I have struggled with where to pick up the thread to tell this story, because as with all divorce stories, it’s complicated. If I tug on one small piece the entire ball of yarn tumbles to the ground and any sense of cohesion is lost. Then there’s the absolutely mind-boggling number of events that have occurred over the last 3.5 years that would make telling this story almost as long as the process itself. I could start with the day I left, when I came home and found two women in swimsuits …
Who Do You Drive Safely For? My Cautionary Tale on All-Season Tires
I used to be that person, the one who thought that you didn’t need winter tires. I used to say that only bad drivers got in trouble on winter roads “because like, you have to drive the conditions. D’uh” Then one day, karma decided to ride shotgun with me. Undeterred by a winter storm and bitter temperatures, and brimming with over-confidence about my driving skills, I loaded my then 3 and 5 year old daughters into the mini-van and headed to the gym. A mere block from my destination, and …
Five Simple Pleasures I’ll Never Give Up and a Giveaway
It’s been almost a year since our world turned upside down, and we are all chomping at the bit to resume our normal life. Personally I spend an inordinate amount of time daydreaming about travel, dinner dates with friends, and of going out if for no other reason than to just go out. It’s been a long road, and thankfully there is a light at the end of this tunnel. As with all challenges in life, it’s good to focus on what you’ve learned …
How Do you Celebrate 30 Days Not Drinking?
Here’s a funny/not funny quagmire I found myself in recently. I quit drinking for 30 days. That’s not the dilemma. No, the dilemma was, how do I celebrate the milestone once I get there? Initially, during week one of not drinking, I had it planned that on Day 30 I would uncork a nice Ripasso and celebrate: by getting totally inebriated. My train of thought was that I’d drag my ass through 30 miserable days of teetotaling, hating every moment I had to deny myself a nice glass of wine to unwind in …
Don’t Let the Door Hit You On the Way Out 2020
Women. The walking wounded of 2020 are limping, battered and bruised, towards the new year with mixed emotions. Shellshocked, we’ve learned to no longer tempt fate and question if things could get any worse. Simultaneously, our rote understanding of the turning of each calendar year fills us with hope. So we trudge forward, cringing in anticipation of the next blow, trying to remember what it felt like to make plans beyond the end of day. It is at this time of year that we also …
