What’s The Difference Between Moving On and Letting Go?

What’s The Difference Between Moving On and Letting Go?

What’s the difference between moving on and letting go? Oof, this is a biggie. Because I just did both and we need to talk about it. You might have feelings about what I let go of--I'd love to hear what you've let go of lately. I woke up on the morning of January 9th of this year and saw that Bob...

I’m Feeling A Little Sad For Men

I’m Feeling A Little Sad For Men

Today I’m feeling a little sad for men.  [Tweet "Today I’m feeling a little sad for men. Hear me out"] I admit I have taken my fair share of swipes at men over the years. I almost can’t help myself. Men are the low-hanging fruit of humor, mostly because they are so consistent. For example, they...

A Gentle Story Not a Sexy Story

A Gentle Story Not a Sexy Story

A Gentle Story Not a Sexy Story I wish this was a sexy story about sexy things but it is not. Writing, binging sleep, and doing it all again the next day is decidedly not sexy.  And, it's a bit isolating if I'm honest. Daylight savings, cold weather, varients etc... keep a girl quiet and inside....

Here’s a story I don’t tell very often.

Here’s a story I don’t tell very often.

Here's a story I don't tell very often, but it's time. Hear me out, you'll see why at the end. Click for the background Soundtrack here I'm six years old and it's Christmas morning. The gifts have been opened. My father is sitting in the bedroom reading. Is he in a good mood? Is he sulking? My dad...

I Owe You.

I Owe You.

I think I owe you a follow-up story to the – my ex-husband moved into my basement for two weeks, and he ate a lot – story. Since we last connected, my former husband lived with me for a few weeks to get back on his feet after a health catastrophe in July and August (think MRSA, not COVID). He...

I Almost Didn’t Write

I Almost Didn’t Write

I almost didn't write this month. Here's why. I might be a little burned out. No. I am burned out. Singed and toasted, as it were. A man is living in my basement, and I used to be married to him. I know he's there. He didn't sneak in. I opened the door. Click here for the beginning of this story. ...

If You Love A Lot of People

If You Love A Lot of People

I always say if you love a lot of people, there's going to be a lot of drama. [Tweet "I always say if you love a lot of people, there's going to be a lot of drama."] Or, maybe that's me just rationalizing the often chaotic life that seems to be mine. I thought you might like to see my to-do list...

One Sentence That Set Me Free

One Sentence That Set Me Free

One Sentence That Set Me Free Last year I went on a second date with a nice man I wasn't interested in. If I'm honest, I've done this quite a lot. On the surface, it isn't a horrible practice. I think it shows I have an understanding that people, like books or movies, might need a few pages or...