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    Divorced. Now what?,  The Mother Hood

    Grab Your Emotional Baggage – It’s Time for a Guilt Trip!

    April 17, 2014 / No Comments

    What do you do when you are blindsided by a question that reminds you that there was a better version of you that you left behind in the past? You pack your emotional baggage and embark on a guilt trip. Let's go!

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  • Divorced. Now what?,  Marital Hiss

    The 15 Characteristics of Verbal Abuse

    February 6, 2014 / No Comments

    I am going to read this book immediately. I was one of the lucky ones and I was able to get myself together and walk away from mr horrible. It might have taken me 14 years, but I made it happen. The verbal abuse can be perpetrated by men or women, so no stereotypes apply here. The first step was waking up and reading the signs…

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    Miss Me, Miss Me Good

    January 17, 2014 / No Comments

    It is 2014, the dawn of a new year and everything is going great until I get a text out of the blue that disrupts my calm… it’s a text message from mr horrible. What does he have to say to me? Something stupid about how he misses me and he wonders if I miss him. Dude, no.

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  • My So Called Life,  Thoughts and Ponderings

    Smartphones and the Art of Listening

    September 15, 2013 / No Comments

    The other day one of my professors attempted to teach one of my classes a lesson on how to listen. The gist of the lesson being that not everyone listens as well as they think they do.

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    I Dub Thee Mr Horrible

    April 24, 2013 / No Comments

    I am really tired of referring to my was-husband as “the ex”. He isn’t my anything anymore. I would like to permanently disown him if that were at all possible. Since I can’t do that (damn the mixing of genetic material!) the next best thing is to give him a whole new title.

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