My sisters and I settle into are seats at the cupcake shop. Each of us grabbing the floral, china, cups in front of us while steeping our tea bags. We divide the cupcakes into three sections so that we can taste all of them. As I often do the names will be changed to protect…

One cold night on the streets of Scranton, Pennsylvania, me and my husband make our way home from a college party. Of course, at this point he is my boyfriend. The streets of Scranton are packed with the usual cast of characters. Yes, the town of Scranton really is as eccentric as the television show,…

“Don’t allow your wounds to transform you into someone you are not.” Paulo Coelho “Only by acceptance of the past will you alter its meaning.” T.S. Eliot “Travel far enough, you meet yourself.” David Mitchell “Divorce isn’t such a tragedy. A tragedy’s staying in an unhappy marriage, teaching your children the wrong things about love.…

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…

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