One of the things just about everyone in my divorce recovery class had in common was that we couldn’t listen to music. Those songs take you back, evoke the feel of your lover’s neck on your lips, or the shirt he was wearing at Old Navy as “September” piped over the crackling speakers and you . . . → Read More: Getting My Groove Back
As you may have noticed from the infrequency of my posts, I haven’t had a whole lot of time this summer. Maybe you’ve just started reading in the last couple of months and don’t remember when I used to write almost every day. My writing less is both a good and a bad thing.
I . . . → Read More: What Looks Like Progress
It’s at the end of the most laborious days that I need a gratitude list. It reminds me of how I got through, what the successes were, that I am thankful.
While I have stopped to feel grateful throughout the summer, I remembered yesterday that the end of the day gratitude list, the seeing-how-it-all-added-up, gives . . . → Read More: Oh, Labor Day
In the last week and a half, I had a stomach virus, the A/C went out in my car, the A/C in my house was leaking so much I had to empty the drip pan every 20 minutes, I was supposed to get a new pantry, my son’s visitation schedule was switched around for a . . . → Read More: A “Regular” Life
What needs to be done right now? Not nearly as much as we think. Get to the store because we’re out of milk? Get the kid to school or bed? Drive through the yellow light? There’s this need to get things done, hurry up, move, move move.
In the personality caliper I took for my . . . → Read More: A False Sense of Urgency
Hanging out with a four-year old means acting in ways I don’t think I’ve ever behaved in my life. I don’t remember much of my childhood before age ten so I can’t say this for sure, but I don’t know that I ever actually played much. I remember reading and playing house and dolls, but . . . → Read More: Playing Grumpy
Ever since last November when a friend was looking for someone to help her organize her papers, I’ve been helping other friends get organized. I clear chaos (usually of the clutter and paper variety). Creating order and systems is a great way of managing anxiety. I’ve been using it as a strategy to manage my . . . → Read More: Clear Your Clutter
I’m starting a tradition of sharing holidays with friends. Except for Easter. At least not this year because it was a kid’s holiday and Cavanaugh hasn’t wanted to hang out with kids much lately. But today is Mother’s Day and I wanted to hang out with kids and grown-ups.
I’ve been alone a lot lately. . . . → Read More: Mother’s Day with Friends
Cavanaugh and I were in a wedding this weekend. I wasn’t sure either of us would make it through. If anyone else had asked, I would have said no, but it was my friend Tara doing the asking. She showed up all the way through my pregnancy. She was the friend who didn’t have a . . . → Read More: Our First Wedding