Twenty years and twenty insights of watching youth sports can teach you so much. 1. Your win loss record only tells you part of the story. A very small part. 2. Travel sports aren’t cheap, but the memories are priceless. 3. It’s common to tell your daughter to skate faster even though she’s on the…
Deception in relationships (specifically this past 9 years) is a complex and deeply painful issue that can affect both men and women. While it is not accurate to claim that all men lie (but certainly ones I have loved) or that women are okay with it, there are instances where dishonesty can cause significant…
Imagine getting a curve ball thrown at you in your early twenties. The man you thought was your father confesses to you that he isn’t your biological father. It’s painful enough the man she thought was her father wasn’t really there for her while she was growing up but at least she knew who he…
Writing for me is not only fun but it’s cathartic. Publishing blogs is a way for me to reach a larger audience with the thoughts that enter my head. I get to be as quirky and vulnerable as I want to be. And, let’s face it, I’m not exactly normal. But then I ponder, is…
After writing and publishing my first book, “The Shelf Life of a Secret,” I felt this overwhelming sense of calm. I had successfully passed through the eye of the storm in my life and survived. Peace was within reach of my inner being. I could feel it. I could smell it. I could taste it….
Rainbows, of course! Because my brain is in constant motion, it’s hard to sit. It’s hard to sleep. It’s challenging to do be quiet for an hour during yoga. It’s hard to sit at a 3 hour dinner. It’s hard to have the same monotonous conversation with the same people about the same things. I…
Kids just want you both in their life. Do it. For them. Not you. This picture is our older daughter at her championship basketball game a few years back. I always wanted a pic with me and both my parents. Never happened. They were both selfish f*cks. You decide…IF, and I mean if divorce is…
For months, I was chased relentlessly by this widower attorney whom I thought (until two days ago) was probably the sweetest man I have met in the past several years. Always there for me. Giving. Generous. Good as they get. Always complimenting me. Making sure I was taken care of. But I wasn’t interested in…
And, here I thought my tri-fecta of fuckedupness took the cake… I’m not a Mormon nor do I claim to even know 10% of that religion. All I’ve ever heard is they have their sealed marriage ceremonies, their secret handshakes and passwords. Sealed together for all time and eternity. Sounds bizarre to me. The closest…
My take on the proverb that says, “don’t throw stones if you live in a glass house.” Is this proverb about not being a hypocrite or something else? More like, if you can’t take it, don’t dish it out. Oh, did I dish it out last week. Do I feel better getting even? Hell no. …