A wild life is worth living.
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 →
Since the dawn of the hashtag, friends and family have been commenting on our photos and in my DMs claiming our marriage is #relationshipgoals. Happy couple, beautiful kids, matching Christmas pajamas, family movie nights, smiling faces all around. All this time, I thought they were right. Things had been harder the last few years with... Continue Reading →
The boys' birthdays have led to our great return to society as infection rates drop in our area - my oldest requested a trip to Chuck E Cheese in August (a weekday and remarkably empty) and my second child asked to go to a similarly expensive but more physical climby-jumpy-sweaty kiddie palace for his big... Continue Reading →
Farewell, old house! I love to relocate. I moved a lot as a kid, and after I've lived somewhere three years, I start to wonder what's next. We moved around because of my dad's job, and my husband doesn't have the same kind of job, so moving around isn't as necessary (once we moved to... Continue Reading →
The holidays were hectic, and bled into January with family arriving to celebrate a third Christmas, followed by preparations for my daughter's birthday (2/2) and my husband's birthday (2/14). And then my grandmother died. It's become a sort of bleak tradition that I write something when there is a death in the family. My paternal... Continue Reading →
A lot has happened this year, and it seems like most of it has happened to Archie, my middle child. Archie had his tonsils and adenoids removed several years ago, and his doctor suggested putting in ear tubes just for the heck of it since he was already having surgery. We agreed, because what do... Continue Reading →
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