“Mom,” my youngest called while sitting in the front seat of our new car.
I heard her plea, but I didn’t respond. I was too busy swinging my head from side to side, making sure that I didn’t hit the, ummm, already crushed brick on the left of my driveway or trample over the grass on the right.
But she didn’t let up, “Maaaaam!,” she whined with attitude, a skill her old sister helped her perfect months ago. Continue reading
Dear sisters (and misters… this has been the request),
I want to write to those of you who are tired- tired of being brave or strong or carrying on, and to those who have a friend in this place.
Yes, in fact, I write particularly to you… you who are seeing this from the outside. 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