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.
Labors Lost: Laments on the Thankless Nature of Raising Someone Else’s Child
Reflecting on the thankless nature of raising someone else's child. Being a step-parent isn't easy. Who knew?
Smartphones and the Art of Listening
My sociology professor made us put our phones face-down to learn about listening. It reminded me of the last months of my marriage — texting my BFF from the sofa so I wouldn't say what I actually wanted to say.
Working My Nerves
Even after the divorce the ex continues to pin the blame for random things on me. He is working my every last nerve.
Failure Is Not an Option
mr horrible was coming to visit and I wanted to look like I was thriving. Not my noblest motivation, but I'm not going to lie about it. I hit the gym anyway.
