Holding on for Dear Life
Song of the day that is my coping mechanism for the repetitiveness of my current life.
Divorced – My Secret Identity
Most people don't even know I was married. And those who find out are surprised it was that bad. My divorce happened — it's not who I am.
People Problems
Summer school with classmates ten years younger and no baggage. I'm a single mom with twenty years of regret. The disconnect is real and mostly self-imposed.
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!
Be Still My Traitorous Heart
A classmate walked into my office and my brain stopped functioning entirely. I'm a grown ass woman. He's just a dude. My limbic system apparently did not get the memo.
