A Cautionary Tale
The divorce papers had just been served when he asked me to stay. I believed him. I stayed. I hope I am not making a colossal mistake — September 2012.
Drinking the Haterade
On gentle parenting manifestos, blended family reality, and why lofty parenting ideals don't survive contact with an actual preteen.
Ghosts of New Years Past
I’ve brought in the New Year in Times Square, at a Night Out event in my hometown, at a house party, at home throwing my own party, and in a parking lot on the Navy base in Jacksonville because my husband had duty but I could sneak him away for a moment to wish him a Happy New Year and then drive back home alone.
Keeping It Real
The life you have ordered is out of stock. This is for when you are living the life not advertised on television.
Desperately Seeking Kitchen
New Jersey rental kitchen: tiny, broken wall oven, zero storage. I miss my Virginia kitchen. Meanwhile: crockpot it is.
