Severed Ties

Severed Ties

There doesn’t have to be anger, resentment or frustration to be done with something. To be over it. To want out. When I heard my divorce was final I felt a weight lifting. An end. A severance. A death. I am not the woman I was four years ago. Not even close. My...
The Space to Feel

The Space to Feel

Emotions aren’t really welcome in our society. They’re seen as weak, bothersome, attention-seeking. We are told to ‘get over it’, ‘stop bitching’,’grow a pair’. Often I wonder if those who want to stifle the emotions of...
The Light Has Come

The Light Has Come

Thank you to Corinne and Gabby for inspiring me to write this when I considered silence instead. Sometimes silence is helpful and others it’s simply a way to withhold love. Withholding love leads to suffering. I don’t want to suffer...
Be Where You Are

Be Where You Are

I stared out my window at the bare trees and the railroad tracks just beyond. My living room seemed empty sans Christmas tree and stockings and cards, but then I didn’t want them back. The reminder of another holiday come and gone would have wrapped me up in...
Love is Enough

Love is Enough

  I have been informed that I ‘preach’ about blended families. That’s how someone feels. OK.   Truly, I don’t know how many times I have to say on here that I have no idea what I’m doing! ?   I use writing as a tool to work out my feelings about many topics. Blended...
Before Storms

Before Storms

The snow blew gently sideways, the first of the season, and I considered, for a moment, turning my head and sticking out my tongue to catch a few flakes. The air was cold, but not bitingly so. My knit wool hat covered my ears and mildly itched my scalp as my matching...
My Hotline to God

My Hotline to God

She said, “I told him I want us to be warriors of love for our relationship. I told him I want to use our relationship to choose love over fear, and he agreed.” I read the words over and over again, feeling her exhaustion at all the back and forth over the...
It Does Take a Village

It Does Take a Village

There’s a woman I know of, through a friend, who is a fellow author and blogger. She (I believe) coined the term #indiemom to describe her single motherhood and I always kinda liked it. I’d see her post pictures with her adorable son with the...
An Offer of Love

An Offer of Love

I dangle neatly between love and fear all the time. I have perched myself on a pendulum so that I may swing back and forth at will. And that’s an important point: at will. One of the lessons that is clear as day, in my face right now is how important it is- how...
As a Child Speaks

As a Child Speaks

Because he has this knack for speaking from his heart and because he means no harm, it’s hard not to fall in love with him. This child with hopes so simple and sweet. Ever since the moment I laid eyes on my son, I could feel a visceral connection. He knows when...
Helping Her Let Go

Helping Her Let Go

“Have you seen them together?” she asked with false innocence. I had been expecting the inquiry—dreading it really. I was between two friends in that awkward way. I had known them as a couple. They had broken up. She still carried a torch for him. He had moved...
If Something Needs To Leave You

If Something Needs To Leave You

If something needs to leave you, you have to let it go. And you will. One way or another, that which must go will go. I married my best friend. We met when we were fourteen years old and began dating at seventeen. In many ways, we grew up together. His family became...