Month: July 2014

The air captures perfect stillness on the river bed.  We pull up our waders and pull on our vests.  We lace our boots and apply sunscreen to the few spots of exposed skin on our arms and noses.  We lift our poles and head into the water.  The sensation that surrounds my legs and waist as I wade into the cold water while comfortably dry remains a fond memory of learning how to fly fish. It is a little known fact about me that I own waders and know how to cast a fly rod in a river.  The serenity

I ducked into the women’s room to take one more look in the mirror and one more deep breath. I can feel at home chatting up a large room of total strangers, but I felt surprisingly little enthusiasm when on the brink of joining this party which was already well underway. John and I were both graduates of South High School. Throughout our marriage we loved attending our class reunions together, proud to be on each other’s arms and often the first two on the dance floor. This year was different. I mustered up my courage to walk up to

I sometimes wonder if our clients realize just how much we relate to their frustration when the other player doesn’t follow the rules of the game. When you return Jackson and Emily at precisely at noon like the court order says while the other parent strolls in 45 minutes late without so much as a “sorry”. When you pay the mortgage by the due date but your spouse pays support 29 days after it’s due. When you provide bank statement for 3 years while the other can’t seem to muster up last month’s paystub. It’s not fair. It’s just not

Upon arriving to pick up my girls for a parenting exchange, there was Sophia successfully riding her bike without the training wheels.  Her pride and joy peek out of this picture.  I remember that feeling well – the flutter of a nervous stomach with the realization of upright and forward movement, the fear of falling, and the unbridled joy in newfound freedom. I had a personal independence day on September 1, 2011, when my divorce decree was signed.  It wasn’t filled with fireworks.  It was filled with sadness and fear about how I was going to navigate my life and