Unaccompanied Minor Thu Apr 13 2017
I had watched the girl crying on her father’s lap in the pre-boarding area. I knew there was no part of her that wanted to get on that plane, but nine- or ten-year-olds don’t get a say in such matters. view at huffingtonpost #Divorce#Flying#UnaccompaniedMinor
Divorce Is A Car Crash And You’re Both At Fault Tue May 23 2017
No matter what the insurance company says, both parties are always at fault in every car accident, and if you can’t see your part in causing the accident, you are doomed to repeat it. The same can be said for divorce. view at huffingtonpost #Divorce#HuffPost#CarCrash
I Clean the Fridge and Ruminate About Marriage Fri Aug 26 2016
I cleaned out the refrigerator today. I mean like I took everything out and washed the shelves kind of clean. If you know anything about me, you would know this is not a common occurrence. view at huffingtonpost #HuffPost#divorce
A Divorced Mom Talks to Her Children About Marriage Tue Dec 27 2016
I don’t want my kids to grow up thinking they are failures if they get divorced. I don’t want them to think that they even have to get married. And I also don’t want them to think happily ever after is just a pipe dream they can never achieve. view at huffingtonpost #Parenting#Divorce#HuffPost
Sometimes You Are Not a Victim - You Are an Asshole Wed Dec 31 2014
I have, for a lot of my life, suffered from a victim complex — you know the one, where everything in your life is someone else’s fault. It is only now, a good six years after my second divorce that I am starting to see how I was no treat to live with. view at huffingtonpost #victim#divorce#HuffPost
One Way Divorce Reinforced Feminism in My Family Tue Nov 14 2017
As a divorced parent I often wonder how my decision to leave our marriage will affect my children’s future views on marriage and relationship stability. But maybe it’s not all bad news view at huffingtonpost #Huffpost#Divorce#Feminism
The Right Tap Thu Sep 01 2016
I had forgotten how warm the water is straight out of the faucet in Key West. Open the cold tap, and you’ll get water warm enough to bathe in. The water comes down a pipe one hundred and sixty miles from Miami, solar warm under the hot sun, saturated with dissolved makeup they used to say, or pipe rust or medication probably. I drank it anyway and didn’t mind at all. view at hippocampusmagazine #Florida#Essay#Divorce#HippoCampus