For me, Christmas is like a giant patchwork quilt– sewn, torn apart, and re-sewn so many times, I’m not sure what it’s supposed to look like anymore!… Read More Patchwork Christmas
Hey peeps! You asked, so … Here’s another angle (or twelve) on the question: “To Divorce or Not To Divorce?” Lessons From the End of a Marriage I’m often thankful that my marriage ended via text. I never had to make the gut-wrenching decision to inform my husband that I wanted out. I’ve never experienced… Read More Should You Divorce? 12 Questions to Consider
Guest post by Karen Phelps Editor’s note by Melody/MamaC: People always ask me, “How do I know if divorce is the answer?” or “How did you know?” I never know what to say. Everyone is different. And every relationship is different. I just don’t think there is a cookie cutter answer. However, several months… Read More Is It Time to Leave?
At some point during the hundreds of hours of counseling surrounding my broken first marriage, my shrink once asked me, “When you cry … do you fight it?” Uh? I dunno. “I mean, do you tense your body, squinch your face and try to control it?” Yeah, I guess I do. Is there another way? The… Read More Good grief
LOVE this woman. Fantastic post. Read my review of Lisa’s article on The Togetherness Project blog, here. Lessons From the End of a Marriage No one needs to tell you that betrayal sucks. It’s a piercing pain formed from grief, anger and confusion. It steals your ability to trust, both in yourself and others. It… Read More The Upside of Betrayal
For some women, it comes so naturally. Like my mother. All her life, she wanted little ones. She married young, is a natural nurturer, adores her own mother. And nearly ten months after her wedding day, a shrill cry broke the air and I came along. These days, you’ll find her playing on the floor with trash… Read More The mystery that is Motherhood
I’m in the car driving the the airport. Actually, my husband is driving. I sit beside him staring hard into the distance, propelling my psyche out of the truck with my laser vision. I’m on autopilot, chatting animatedly with my blondies in the backseat, but never turning around. I’m afraid if I make eye contact,… Read More True blue