The Taking Away

When you get engaged, the giving begins.  As a woman, you first receive a ring and then you receive showers full of toaster ovens, china patterns, and various and assorted nicknacks.  Then you are given a party which begins with the giving of an oath and the exchanging of rings.  At the end of the […]

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 […]

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. […]

When Hope Dies

We’ve moved into casual conversation land.  I don’t know when it happened or how I feel about it but yesterday Ex called to check on J and we managed to have a conversation that didn’t end in my wanting to curl up in a ball and die.  That’s got to be progress of some kind… […]

The Worst Part

I don’t know what the worst of it really is. The worst part might just be knowing there’s no break on the horizon.  No matter how frustrated or exhausted or broken I get, there is never anyone else to bring in for the second quarter.  If J is sick or tired or hungry or angry, […]

I am an empty box.

I have spent the majority of the weekend packing. Bubble wrapping my broken dreams, carefully placing all the pieces of my heart into boxes and bags, separating his life and his things from mine. And I can not hold it together any longer. I can not keep pretending that I am a functioning person through […]

What We Deserve

My husband has found a new place to live. He told me yesterday, calling to tell me about the lovely windows and the fantastic location. “I’ll be by on Saturday to pick up the bedroom suit and the rest of my things,” he told me excitedly.  I calmly reminded him that Saturday was his brother’s […]

Midnight Madness

My arms are open but my eyes are closed. These arms betray me.  They reach out when I want them to lie still.  They plead with their openness, offering up the unhappy truth that I want too desperately to fall into a familiar embrace.  I want to feel warmth wrapped around me, a safety net […]

Yellow Sheets

I came home and put bright yellow sheets on my bed. It wasn’t on purpose; my standard white sheets were in need of a wash and these were stuffed in the back of a closet.   When I saw them in the closet, I thought they’d make the bed, and maybe even the room a bit… […]

Spinning on that Dizzy Edge

When I was a little girl, I loved to stand in the back yard, arms outstretched, and spin until I couldn’t spin anymore.  I would twirl around until my knees buckled beneath me and I would begin to stagger as though I’d been shot.  Eventually, the world would turn bottom to top and east to […]

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