Living Single
Living the single life: single parent, single mom, just plain single.
What nobody tells you about being single in your 40s — the freedom is real, the loneliness is also real, and the dating landscape is a special kind of hellscape that deserves its own category. Essays on solo living, social dynamics, the particular exhaustion of swiping, and learning to be your own person after years of defining yourself in relation to someone else.-
My Flippin’ Do List
List-making as a survival skill, single motherhood, and finally getting credit for the work you were always doing alone.
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Pump Your Brakes
Recently I needed to have my truck fixed. It so happened that the tow truck driver who arrived for my roadside assistance knew a guy who could fix it for cheap, and more importantly, do the repair that afternoon. Great!
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I Will Never Give Up or Exhaust
This is a tale of how the pieces fell into place perfectly ending up with me and a song that I can't get out of my head.
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Sleep? What’s that?
Who’d have thought that I’d actually forgo sleep to get my work done? I have come a long way from the days of my youth. I know for sure that in the face of overwhelming odds I’d have rolled over and gone to sleep. So there is a lot to be said for being older and wiser. That and being a single mom I think helps me put all the whiny “OMG I can’t do it” bullshit into perspective when there is no one for me to rely on. If I don’t do it, it’s not getting done. Simple as that…
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Already Brushing Off the Dust…
Sometimes I think about the time when the marriage began to disintegrate for real, and the stages of grief that followed through several months after the divorce was final. I consider the alterations it affected in me and how I have changed as a person on the inside, but also how the experience affected my perception of things, in particular: MUSIC.
