I know, the title, but come on, it wouldn’t really be my blog without at least one slightly inappropriate innuendo, now would it? Ok, now GET YOUR MINDS OUT OF THE GUTTER. I saw my mother at the grocery store the other day. I needed to go to the health food store and I drove
The first time I found myself standing in a courtroom was when I was 18 years old. Several months earlier I had broken up with a guy that I had been dating for two years. The break up was bad; so bad in fact that the next morning when the police showed up at my
“Eden, whatever happened to your mother? Did you end up going to see her?” says all the emails in my inbox. Well….sort of. Yes, I “saw” her…I “saw” her as I pushed my way past her and entered her house. Yep, that happened. Now you see, if you remember from the post “I realized that
Last week I had one day in particular that was a little bit crazier than my normal crazy days. It started off as a fairly routine day. I had a meeting scheduled with a domestic abuse shelter, then I was supposed to head over to Mr. Attorney Man’s office for a quick conversation, and then
Do you guys want to hear the funniest story ever? Of course you do! After I told the story about the time I got a chance to give my ex a taste of his own medicine, I thought maybe you guys might like to hear about the time I got to give my mother a
I’ve really only ever punched one person. It was in the locker room in high school. I was in my underwear. I got suspended for it. Yup, that happened. We had gone running that day in gym class and when we got back to the locker room the teacher ordered all of us to get
I run on a near daily basis. Miles upon miles fly by under my feet and while I run for exercise, I also run for a deeper purpose. I run because it is a very controlled way to deal with the anxieties of my past. For a long time, running was the only coping mechanism
These last two years have put me through so many life changing emotions that when I sit back and think about it, it feels unreal. The biggest emotion that I have been struggling with, as you guys have seen here in previous posts, has been making myself a priority. I’ve still really been struggling with
If you have been reading the comments sections on here and over at XOJane, you might have seen how many people ask me the question “are you still in contact with your brothers?” With that being said, don’t expect a riveting or humorous post today. Just a little back story. So….without further ado, I bring
I felt really bad after the surgery took a turn for the worst, and no, not bad in the “oh my gosh, I could have died” kind of way that I should have felt bad in, I felt bad in an inconvenient kind of way. I felt like an inconvenience. I knew that I had scared
My husband said he was going to the store... and never came back. It's been a crazy life that's left me functional enough to survive yet dysfunctional enough to make me funny. I'm living my life devoid of most social graces while single parenting two young children and I absolutely love it....most days.
