I sign another line. This time, I do not think about the hoops and swirls and dots. I don’t stop to break a stroke. My hand is stable and my eyes are dry. I flip the paper. I sign another line… …It was a long time ago. When I was young, younger than you are […]Read more "I am Christmas Morning"
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."
“You sit at the board and suddenly your heart leaps. Your hand trembles to pick up the piece and move it. But what chess teaches you is that you must sit there calmly and think about whether it’s really a good idea and whether there are other, better ideas.” –Stanley Kubrick. Love with my ex-husband […]Read more "Love is a Game of Chess and I Lost."
Nothing makes me feel better than getting a good cry out. It is like a drug. I don’t know how people hold their tears when it feels so damn good to cry… I am against crying in public though. It makes everyone feel awkward, like public kissing or breastfeeding. I’m sorry, but it’s true. It’s […]Read more "Some Songs for a Good Cry"
Your maturity level will digress. All through out college, I was “the girl with the boyfriend.” Of course I partied. I wasn’t a psychopath. I didn’t sit at home with a Zima and write “Mrs. Future Ex-Husband” five hundred times accompanied by doodles of tiny hearts. I did always tend to go home earlier […]Read more "Some Things That Happen The First Year of Being Single in 10 Years"