You Give a Guy a Tree

So some of you may know this and some of you may not, but I’ve been dating some.  And also I’m a train wreck.  These two things are not mutually exclusive, though I so wish they were.  A while ago,  I got set up with a guy by mutual friends.  I won’t go in to […]

Best and Better

Father’s Day can be tough when there’s no father around.  J and I got up on Sunday morning and tried to pretend it was just any other day.  About mid-way through a cartoon, he looked at me and said: “Mason’s daddy lives in his house with him.” I nodded. “That’s a special treat for Mason,” […]

V8 is Totally Canned Tomatoes

This week at J’s school, they are doing Vacation Bible School in the mornings.  Apparently, last week there was a note somewhere on some piece of paper that detailed what that would mean for the week. I missed that note. Each day of this week calls for a different colored shirt, a different can of […]

When it Rains…

I had a pretty rough weekend, I’m not gonna lie. Yes, it was my kid free weekend, but I’d initially had big plans for a weekend getaway and they sort of disintegrated and left me bummed and, well… pissed off about it. Yesterday I got up determined to bring the sunshine back in my life […]

“I Love You, Too”

When my son leaves for visitation weekend, a part of me dies for a few days. I go through the motions, I live and laugh and do all the things I normally do… but part of me is missing.  If your child has ever gone away for a while, you know what I mean. You’re […]

I Know Runner Things

In October, when my friend Jana asked me if I’d like to run a half-marathon with her, I was skeptical at best.  I didn’t see myself as the sort of person who put on tennis shoes and ran.  I was embarrassed to step foot in the local running store because I was overweight and out […]

Writing My Stories

This morning, I was on the telephone with my mom and we talked, among other things, about the the things she wished she’d been able to talk to her father about.  She mentioned several of the things she just didn’t know the answers to, several things that she wished she’d had the time to ask […]

The Scar Remains

When you’ve been wounded, it takes awhile for the pain to subside.  And even when the pain is gone, a scar remains… a thin reminder of the hell you survived, a jagged line of what once was and what will be.  It never goes away, though it might fade a little with the passing of […]

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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.

    I think fart jokes are funny, I'm pretty sure magic is real, and my life long dream is to buy a farm and write a novel while watching horses run around at a respectable distance. (Because horses are scary up close. Seriously.)

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