August. It feels like a year later and nothing has changed. I'm raw and tired. That sensation of lacking satisfaction with my life is lingering. I'm sitting in that space before things shift. It is uncomfortable. Miss M had her second vacation with her Dad. It has some peaks and valleys. The valleys still have me… Continue reading The time before.
When I blog about the intimate details of the struggles raising Miss M or Blue Eyes with Exes, it is a very one sided account laden-ed with that tricky thing called "perspective." Some people call it airing dirty laundry. Some people love the gossip. Some people are in similar situations and find it nice to… Continue reading Outbox and laundry
When I fell into my divorce, one unsure stumble at a time, I used a lot of momentum from other people to propel myself faithfully forward. Their clarity and my one bone-chilling thought of never giving our daughter a beginning in life. Somehow those things were all I needed to light the way. I had… Continue reading August 6th