Well, our home has resumed to normal (at least until I leave for Uganda)… fighting, laughter, spontaneous dance parties, wrestling matches. It’s all back.
Life has definitely returned to what it was. Kids. Work. House. Dating. Juggling it all.
If I close my eyes I can still see India, but it’s starting to fade. We talk about it less and less and I miss it. Continue reading
Well, it’s time…
“What! Didn’t you just get back and now you are leaving again?”
Yes, yes I did.
Yes, yes I am. Continue reading
Last night after dinner a few of us took off to walk the streets of Kolkata.
We usually get taxis but tonight we decided to walk a little in search of sweets. We have been warned to stay clear of any street food (and after watching how they prep I am fully in support of this), but Kolkata is known for their desserts and we figured these should be okay, right?
I know, dumb, but we did it anyways. Continue reading
There was no one left and I was tired.
Feeling emotionally drained yet so incredibly loved, I slowly walked back over to John’s office.
He saw me walk in, “Just one more, “ he said. Uh, really.
I mean, I loved this, but it is very emotional and I was drained and was feeling a little faint. I smiled and nodded my head, I mean how many chances do I have to do this?
Uh, like none. Continue reading
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