I’m thankful for them, yet I hate to be a worry. This week at least two friends have asked if I am okay. They were legitimately concerned. Which means I am showing the outward signs of not being so. Here’s the thing……. I am fairly decent at hiding the down and outs of everyday life. … More hate to be
Early on in married life my [then] husband read my journal. Without asking. I remember being very upset about this. I felt it was a breach. Of trust. Of personal space and belongings. And really just a snoopy, immature thing to do. He disagreed strongly. Feeling that I didn’t share my feelings openly, which I … More masterpiece
This has been the worst week. At least the worst week in a long, long time. Truthfully, the worst since I was faced with the multitude of situations that coincide with divorce. I won’t go into the specifics, as I don’t care to be one who airs my dirty laundry. Let’s just say by Wednesday I … More the one where I quote Richard Rohr AND G-Eazy
Stereotypical. I received my final divorce papers on Halloween. A day in which my car’s check engine light started to flash, so I dropped it, once again, at the garage. Cold rain steadily fell. I had a cold or some sort of ailment which made me feel worse than I have in over a … More before november
Yesterday’s mail was a bit bizarre. Not that I received anything odd, in and of itself. Here’s the rundown: I received an expected and much anticipated small package from my daughter, a foreign exchange student who currently resides in the Czech Republic. Secondly, the mail contained a large envelope addressed to my daughter from Reed … More mail
I have, in the last months, gone through the most difficult time of my life. Through this time, I’ve come to realize I need [3am people]. These are folks one can call in the middle of the night, and they will listen and offer help. These are the people who can sincerely quote the words … More my sister’s birthday
My daughter and I cherish our Thursday nights and Saturday mornings at Fitness Boxing. Our local YMCA offers a class, taught by a cool middle aged guy named James. We’ve developed a fondness for James. Perhaps partly because of our own personal James [my son/her brother]. Alas, James the boxing instructor could not teach our … More alright to be sad
Upon a Sunny Day 