You’re Such an Ass, Your Butt Dialed Me
mr horrible butt dialed me and I got three minutes of him and his girlfriend planning their future. I checked — none of it was about me.
Grab Your Emotional Baggage – It’s Time for a Guilt Trip!
My son asked why I don't cook at home anymore. I had three hypotheses: post-divorce rebellion, depression, or all of the above. Pack your emotional baggage it's time for a guilt trip. Let's go!
For Once Let Me Lose Myself…
I walked out of my marriage but I'm still trapped inside it. I found a man exactly like my father. One day I will be free.
Happy Divorce!
One year divorced and I'm not nearly as traumatized as I expected. Turns out getting busy living is a better strategy than crying into your pillow. Happy divorce to me.
My Flippin’ Do List
List-making as a survival skill, single motherhood, and finally getting credit for the work you were always doing alone.
