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…

“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…

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. …

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…