My Kids Have Boundaries! Insert Parental Fist Pump Here
A couple of weeks ago my kids got their report cards. They are both excelling in elementary school and always have. For a lot of parents this would be a moment of parental
If you’ve landed here it’s likely because you already know me or know someone who knows me. That’s okay. You’ve got to start with one follower before you can get to a million. Spoiler alert – that’s my goal. Unfortunately I’m too computer illiterate to have any idea how to know if I ever get there.
A few years back I decided to start sharing the details of my personal journey. At first my writing was more of a catharsis, but at some point I realized that what I had to say resonated with many other people. My struggles are not so unusual, but my willingness to be open about it apparently is.
I hope that by sharing my stories I can help someone out there feel less alone. If while reading my words just one of you feels seen, feels validated, whispers “Me too”, or raises a fist and says “Hell yes!” then it will all have been worth it.
A couple of weeks ago my kids got their report cards. They are both excelling in elementary school and always have. For a lot of parents this would be a moment of parental
I have been debating recently whether to call my brother and ask him directly if he is planning on keeping all of my parents’ estate. I have been hesitating, partly because I’m not
I am currently reading a book by an author I greatly admire. This person’s writing always moves me and often brings me to tears. The new release is the author’s own story of
Today is my first sepaversary. One year ago today I plucked up my courage to have the conversation that would end a 23 year relationship involving two young children and a shared home.