My So Called Summer – Part 1 – Riding the HOV Down Memory Lane
Drove back to Virginia to visit my BFF after a year apart. She'd changed after her stroke. I'd changed after the divorce. Absence did not make the heart grow fonder.
#WhyIStayed
Everyone was shocked when I divorced. No one knew because I wore a fake face 100% of the time. I stayed until the emotional abuse stopped being only my burden to bear. Then I left.
Tales of an Outsider
Nobody wants to hang out with the person going through a divorce. Feeling like an outsider at work, and the exhausting math of having nothing relatable to share.
Being Social is Hard
Newly social and tequila does not mix. Being social is hard. Lessons learned.
Ice Ice Bucket
Is it possible to complain about a charity event without sounding like an asshole? Let's do it!
