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10 Years a Divorcee – In the End
It's been 10 years since I got out of the toxic marriage. Time to reflect, assess if I am better off in the end than I was when this all started.
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Downsized Expectations – Cooking and the Post-Pandemic Meltdown
Pandemic cooking was all the rage during the quarantine. According to my library checkouts I hopped on the bandwagon. Yet not one loaf of banana bread was baked in this home.
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He who shall not be named also known as: the son who died
I won’t mention him by name. I don’t want to sully his memory by talking more about the way in which he passed. There was already enough internet drama at the time, and my grief was public enough. But I feel it is important to mention this because I will refer to him as the son who died when I write about him. He was not my biological son, but he was my son nonetheless.
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My So Called Summer — Pt 2 — Crap Covered Walk Down Memory Lane
December is hurtling towards January at ludicrous speed. Which brings me to finish my recap for the summer of 2014. Given the general shitty-ness of what happened in Virginia, my kids have nothing good to say, and what they could say is probably not worth sharing.
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People Problems
Ever had nothing in common with a group of people? Another instance of people problems.
