A wild life is worth living.
A woman needs good friends. Female friends will take your side and threaten violence on whomever wrongs you. They tell you how to style those trendy overalls so you don't look like a farmer. They have personal recommendations for the best nail techs and dermatologists. They can more acutely understand the lives of other women,... Continue Reading →
First you divide up time with your children, then you split your belongings, but who gets custody of your friendships? Having met many divorced people roughly my age in the last six months, the division of friends varies, depending on your situation. As with assets, any friends you had coming in to the relationship remain... Continue Reading →
Some habits are hard to break. My brain has been set to "serious relationship" for the last eighteen years, so starting to date casually has been a confusing transition. Long term, keep the peace, don't go to bed angry, salvage at all costs mentality is no longer necessary, but it's difficult to shut it off.... Continue Reading →
There are a lot of things about divorce I have found surprising. Some surprises are delightful, like extra free time, having my kids all to myself when they are with me, not having to check in with a partner when I make decisions, and living as I choose. Some surprises are less delightful. I was... Continue Reading →
Remember at the beginning of a relationship, when you could present a highly curated version of yourself in small doses? Those were the days, man. If you've been together a long time, there is very little mystery left. Your 24/7 partner is seeing a lot behind the curtain that your Friday night date is shielded... Continue Reading →
A common refrain when encouraging a woman who is newly single is "go do whatever you want! You do you, Boo." But as any woman knows, you can't just go do whatever you want. New Orleans is a reasonable drive from Houston, and I hadn't been there in many years. When a couple friends, who... Continue Reading →
On Monday I walked into a church for the first time since my marriage ended. I didn't go to church, I visited the St Louis Cathedral in Jackson Square, New Orleans, and I went in with an attitude. I'd been walking around New Orleans all morning listening to music, people-watching, and drinking chicory coffee. When... Continue Reading →
I've heard from several of you following my last post that folks dating in their 30s and 40s is fascinating, and so I am back to share a collection of traumatic events stories to start your weekend. All have been collected from friends and acquaintances over the last several months as I meet more tragic... Continue Reading →
When your marriage ends at thirty-seven and you have three kids in tow, dating can seem like a quagmire of half-truths and red flags. In fact, my most used phrase of 2024 has got to be, "that's a red flag." My relationship ended and I had no idea what men my age were like. Did... Continue Reading →
First and foremost, I want to thank you all for the support and kindness you showed after my last post. In a lot of ways, outing myself as a divorced woman makes me feel like I'm walking around with the word FAILURE stamped on my forehead. We were together eighteen years, married for fifteen, but... Continue Reading →
Wild Things Blog 