Borrowed Time

Driving home from my first day of work, I felt like there was someone sitting in the back seat holding a ticking time bomb to the back of my head.  I could hear the ticking as clearly as if I were a child again, pressing my head to the large gold wrist watch on my […]

The Reluctant Not-so-Super Not-so-Heroic Me

Tomorrow, all of this becomes real. I know that I haven’t lived in the same house with my “husband” since the beginning of April and these things should have been beaten into my brain by now,  but tomorrow means that all of this wasn’t just a bad dream.  Tomorrow I will get up, shower, get […]

Visitation

My son was just placed in his father’s car seat. In his father’s car.  Without me. He asked for me, just as his little blond head was tucked into the seat.  He turned around and stared at me, his mouth moving even after the door was closed and I couldn’t hear him anymore. “Too?” he […]

Being Alone

I’m scared to be alone. Not in a global, emotional way… I don’t have any problem not having a significant other.  I am scared to be alone in my house.  When I’m alone, I start to think about things that I shouldn’t think about.  I start to have dreams at night about things I don’t […]

You can call me Plumber Jane…

We moved here on Thursday of last week.  Although I had a washer and dryer in Savannah and brought them here with me, the dryer wasn’t working properly.  I went out and bought a new dryer (with money I didn’t have) and waited for it to arrive so I could begin doing the mountains of […]

Scabbing Over

For a while, the hurt was what hurt the most.  I couldn’t understand what I had done to deserve this.  I couldn’t understand why he would leave; couldn’t understand why he didn’t love me.  I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t good enough for him or why he wouldn’t try to work things out.  My pride […]

I Will be Happy

Hello, little house. I have missed your creaks and corners.  I have missed the holes in the walls where our things used to hang and the cracks in the paint along the top of the crown molding. Hello, back yard, with your ivy covered ground and your too-tall pine trees that always terrified the other […]

It’s Better than Good Enough

I don’t do self-help books. I feel like I should throw that out there because it speaks volumes about what I’m about to tell you…. I don’t do self-help books; I hate non-fiction, for the most part; and documentaries, as much as I’d like to be all high-brow and love them, make me sleepy.  I […]

Stepping Off the Platform

Tomorrow morning, I will take my son to the place he calls “school” for the last time.   He will play with his friends all morning, not really understanding that he will not see them again after tomorrow.  He will lie down for his nap, secure in the knowledge that all is right in his world. […]

Forever is a Mighty Long Time

I hate being a single mom. There. I said it. It sucks worse than hemorrhoids on an 8 month pregnant lady… and yes, I know all about that. Because even Hemorrhoids have an expiration date.  I’m really struggling with this concept of “forever.” I mean, I’ve struggled with the concept before on several different levels, […]

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  • I'm a divorced, single mom to a pre-schooler, a full-time attorney, and a semi-reluctant vegetarian. I work hard and when given the chance, I play hard... but I'm almost never given the chance.

    It's possible that I never outgrew 7th grade mentality, as I still laugh when anyone says anything that can be remotely construed as sexual. Let's face it, if you're not down with "That's what s/he said" at the end of almost any sentence, we're probably not going to get along all that well.

    I drink more than I should, I run more than I should, and I laugh as much as I can. So I'm pretty much winning at life.

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