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Month: March 2014

March 2014

Feuding Over the Furry

I probably should not admit this publicly, or even privately, for that matter – but I kind of cannot wait to be a cat lady in a few decades.  I love my cats, Oliver and Willie.  My furry friends have been with me during my loneliest divorce days.  When I return home on a dark evening and I am nervous that a criminal may be hiding in my closet, I feel comfort when I see these two waiting for me at the door. George Elliot is attributed with remarking that “animals are such agreeable friends – they ask no questions;
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Expecting Spring

“I love March,” she asserted with enthusiasm. It was the day after St. Patrick’s Day and people were furiously filling out their brackets for March Madness. Despite having celebrated with an “Irish for a Day” temporary tattoo and sipping a Jameson on Monday, I muttered that March might be my most challenging month. When March arrives, I start expecting spring. I expect the days to get warmer, the grass to get greener, and my mood to get better. I expect the sky to get bluer, the buds to begin showing, and the asparagus to be on sale. I expect to
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Parenting the Pout

I wish this pout had seemed sweet on December 28, 2012.  I wish it had made me want to smile.  But on December 28, 2012, my sweet Sophia wasn’t just pouting.  She was throwing an all out tantrum.  The cause of the tantrum?  I was picking her up from her dad for my parenting time.  It makes me want to start sobbing even now.  I have waited over a year to write about this and as I sit typing, a large lump has formed in my throat. It was primarily a product of inopportune timing.  You see, her paternal grandparents
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Giving Up

Give up.  That’s what we do, right?  People of divorce – we just give up.  It may be what we are best at.  Really?  No.  One of the worst inferences felt by divorced people is that we are people who give up.  People who have not experienced divorce are little able to relate to the suffering people go through prior to the divorce. As the Lent season approaches, although I am not of a faith that practices giving up bad habits, giving up becomes top of mind as one by one Facebook friends promise to disappear for six weeks.  In
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