Oh dear friend, it breaks my heart to see you going through this. Not just because I love you so, but because I have been where you are headed and your fears are so familiar to me.
So, when you talk about what will happen to your children and the impact this may have on them, when your home is separated, when mom and dad no longer live together, I cannot help but cry. For I wept over my children… I still do at times. Continue reading
I love letters. I love to write to others. I love to write to myself. I know, sound odd, but I do. I seem to hear more clearly when I read letters.
So here is my first.
A Letter to one who is grieving separation or divorce
Dear friend, Continue reading
You know how you feel something just start welling up inside of you and even when you try to push it aside, it just keeps coming back, like that nagging person that won’t leave you alone.
Well, that’s what’s been happening lately.
I have been feeling this push inside of me, like I need to start writing a few posts on how divorce has impacted life- my kids- my parents- my family- my heart.
Divorce. Continue reading
I should be sleeping. I’m wiped. I know I should be. I am going to regret it tomorrow, but have you ever met someone who you couldn’t stop thinking about.
This is the story of my friend Mel. Well, he is not really my friend.
But, I wish he was.
You see, Mel and I have never met. Nevertheless, he has left a deep impression on my life.
Let me back up. Continue reading
I’ve had an interesting week. John’s sisters flew into town and we all had dinner last weekend. We laughed. I laughed.
Then, the following day there was a loss in his family. Sudden. Unexpected…. and those tears of laughter quickly turned to tears of sorrow.
So much life. So much intensity…. Continue reading
We had a squabble the other day. Me and the little one. Continue reading
I am totally hooked on doing something lately. Like, totally hooked…. because it’s changing how I take in life.
It happened almost by accident. In my car, I have a radio station set to classical for those moments that I have delivered every child to where they need to go and I can’t take any more Top Forty or KROQ. Ughh. No more noise! I just want it quiet. Continue reading