I arrived at a party to the sound of someone playing “Wagon Wheel” on acoustic guitar. I liked that song, so I introduced myself and started a conversation that I never wanted to end. “What kind of music do you listen to?” He asks. At the time, I was beginning to listen to traditional bluegrass […]Read more "Bluegrass and Whiskey"
I slept for 26 hours of the last 48. My king size bed was filled with clothes, popcorn, soda bottles, peanuts and little candy hearts that were sent to me in the same box with my contact lenses. Thank you 1-800-contacts. I rolled over and picked up one of the hearts. It was blue, my […]Read more "Get Real"
I wrote about you. I read what I wrote about you. Then I cried about you. I cried about believing in you and in us. I cried because I swore to you that no matter what happened, I would never leave you. I am fiercely loyal, loyal to a fault. I always have been. But […]Read more "Happy Divorciversary to Me…"
It was cold on the day. I wore black, but not on purpose. I woke up that morning in the normal haze that surrounds me every morning. I grabbed clothes that were clean and easy to throw on because I am not a morning person. It took a year to realize the irony of it […]Read more "Happy Divorciversary Baby."
Being single in your 30s is kind of like being the only female in a seedy dive bar; you feel a little out of place. As some drunk guy stumbles out of the unisex bathroom with piss stained jeans, you think to yourself, “Maybe I should be somewhere else in life, somewhere more grown-up, classy […]Read more "I Don’t Love You, but I Love This Bar."