A little while back my friend “Maya” Facebooks me. Maya writes (and I paraphrase): “I hate when people find out that I am getting divorced and say, ‘I am so sorry.'” I am not sorry. I don’t want people feeling sorry for me. I see this as a good thing. A new beginning.” I agree…

There have been so very many times since I began this divorce process that I have felt weak. So weak, that I have wondered what I am made of. Do I have what it takes to be a single parent? Do I have what it takes to support all of us? Do I have what…

A year and a half ago, fed up, I got in my car and drove to an attorney’s office. I shook his hand, handed him a check and left with a sense of peace. The next day, in the shower I began to sing. “Wow,” I thought to myself. “I am singing again.” I had…

I sit at my computer this morning and all I can think is… What I really want to tell you is that I feel awful. I look awful. That divorce has kicked my butt. Only it’s not really divorce. It’s another human being’s unresolved feelings that have turned this into a catastrophic, emotional war and…

No writer wants to really believe less is more. We truthfully just want to keep verbalizing and externalizing to our hearts content. Only, as always, a short and powerful thought can knock out a verbose heavyweight. When life makes us vulnerable we rely on the kindness of others in a way we never before imagined.…

I slip my feet out of the stirrups, swing my leg over and slide off. The barn smells of the trademark signs of all things horse. It is a familiar smell for me. A good smell. One that transports me back to my childhood. Of running through fields on horseback, adventures in the woods, staring…

I sift through my e-mail. I spot one from my friend “Kiki.” I open it. It reads: “I hope this finds you well, I have been in bed for days…..time to get up….because I can…I am not handicapped, or sick with illness….my heart is broken but everything else works, thank God.” I am the writer,…

Divorce is trying. There are no ands, ifs or buts about it. I have what I like to call my ‘divorce accessories.’ Tears (they’re like diamonds – a girl can’t have enough of them) Extra pounds (what I refer to as “30 pounds of ‘Ralph'”) Black attire (it covers the pounds and the falling tears)…

I am chatting with someone and in between bites of lunch we talk about life and the future. I can tell this persons world view has changed. If anyone can recognize the signs of bitterness it is me. Somehow we think we are self-protecting when we turn towards bitterness. The ‘I will never let another…

I sit to write this morning with a lump in my throat. I will honestly say that had I known what would be unleashed when I started this process a year and a half ago, I am not certain that I would have done it. My children did not deserve any of this. They deserved…

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