A wild life is worth living.
Life is clumsy. Sloppy. Bogged down in minutiae and an onslaught of tasks, you forget yourself, let alone your partner. Something will suffer, and parents usually choose their kids as a priority when it all becomes too much. When the mail piles up, you open the bills first. When you are overextended, you take care... Continue Reading →
The most difficult transition for me as a single parent is the wild swing between Mom and Human Woman. When I was a stay-at-home mom, I rarely left the house without my kids in tow. Babysitters were rare, so experiencing life as an adult was fleeting and required a lot of planning. Now that my... Continue Reading →
The beginning of a relationship is worlds away from how it ends. Even the less pretty days in the trenches are not an accurate foreshadowing of how it will look when you hear the death knell. It's never fair to compare something new to something road-tested. While my experience with new relationships wouldn't fill an... Continue Reading →
Becoming a parent will turn your life completely upside down. You suddenly have this creature for whom you must perform many roles - safe space, nurturer, provider, protector. Becoming a single parent means performing all the roles when your children are under your care. You have to switch between being the gentle parent, the tough-love... Continue Reading →
I have heard from readers that you're eager to know what crazy things I find when I go through people's homes. Every home is different, every client is different, so each day presents opportunities for discovery. Guns. So many guns, as I've mentioned before, and bullets of all sizes. To go with the guns are... Continue Reading →
You can't actually do it all. Now that I'm working, things are falling through the cracks, and the first to go were Mom's pet projects. I attempted to continue a weekly post here, private writing, light writing for work, professional organizing in people's homes, making holidays magical, caring for three children, cooking for fun, and... Continue Reading →
There's an episode of Friends where Ross is seeing things all around town that remind him of his first date with Carol, which happened several years ago on that day. He says they eat stone fruit and its supposedly fall, which seems ridiculous, but that's not the point. The point is: you can be skipping... Continue Reading →
Every year in Louisville, Kentucky, there's a four-day rock/metal festival called Louder Than Life. The catch is you have to buy your ticket before the lineup is announced or it'll sell out, and I was not even on the fence. I was behind the fence making no effort to cross. How could I commit to... Continue Reading →
In my new life I am trying desperately to figure out what I would do if I could go back in time and be young and carefree. Now that my children spend almost half their weekends with their dad, I have about 48 hours to be young and some responsible version of carefree every other... Continue Reading →
The last year has been an ever-humbling reminder that you can't do it all. Or, you can't do it all well. Attempting to scotch tape a social life together out of a handful of free hours makes for flimsy attachments and distracted parenting. Now that I have started working, I am again reminded that I'm... Continue Reading →
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