I roll one of my kitchen cabinet drawers open. It’s a side cabinet that I barely use since it’s awkward. I see shards of glass and open it even further to inspect. A simple, glass, Lenox bowl that we received as a wedding present is broken in half. I am once again fighting tears. All…

“I’d like to pay for the car behind us,” says my son, Tommy. The woman collecting the toll smiles, shuffles the money once again and obliges his wish. Just moments before we vie for a space as we attempt to merge in line to pay the toll. Our leisurely car ride listening to music and…

My phone lights up with a text. “God’s morning to you,” says my friend. “Oops, that was auto correct. I typed 
Good morning to you.” There are three of us in this group text. My other friend and I laugh and text back. We all agree that “God’s morning,” sounds better to us and will…

I find a lot of doors closing for me. The truth is they have been closing for me for quite some time only I wouldn’t let them. I have done everything to stop it. I have put my foot in the door. I shove back. I bang on them. It’s hopeless. I need to finally…

I am the youngest of five children. I remember in grade school the days they would tell us to bring in a baby picture. We used to joke with our mom that she would just hand us any picture and tell us that she thought it was us. Now of course, I am exaggerating (slightly)…

My friend Trixie and I are talking about fun.  “People want to be around fun,” says Trixie. “I used to be fun,” I say. Scratch that. I was a one woman stand-up, quick witted, last girl to leave the party kinda fun. “I’m not really feeling the fun so much anymore Trixie,” I say. “You…

My friends “Trixie” and “Loretta” are moving stuff around my house. One grabs a chair and scoots it towards my fireplace. The other grabs a lamp and places it on the piano. They are decorators who in the loving friendship of divorce have offered to give my home a makeover. Loretta scopes the room as…

I was listening to one of Father Hope’s sermons recently. “When things seem to be their darkest that’s when God is most at work,” he says. Divorce is certainly dark. As usual, his sermon fills me with hope. A negative time is turned into a positive. My perspective shifts. God has certainly been busy in…

I have this best guy friend from high school. I will call him, “Daughtry” since he reminds me of the singer. He will love this reference. Not long after I begin this whole divorce process (days actually) he’s knocking on my front door. It is no matter that he lives all the way in Connecticut.…

I’ve always respected an individual’s choice to stay at home or work. After all, these are intensely personal decisions which are often shaped by our own life experiences. I am fortunate that I have never met a working woman who has judged me for my choice to stay at home. I am equally as fortunate…

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