As some of you know from my frantic Facebook post a couple months ago, I ran into my brother at a restaurant. I was out with a couple of girlfriends for a ladies’ night, and we were chatting at a table, enjoying dinner, when I looked up and realized that I was sitting about fifteen
“Momma, I’m blowing on a wishing flower, and I’m wishing no more doctors” Horatio G. Spafford, his wife Anna, and their five children lived in Chicago in the late 1800’s. Horatio was a successful lawyer with a booming business, when tragedy struck and pneumonia stole the life of his young son. That same year, the
The Naperville Salt Cave *************** So… I dislocated my elbow, and I don’t even have a good story to tell. No really. I was picking up the laundry basket, and it just popped right out. “What the hell?” right? Yep. At least now, two weeks later, it’s looking much better. Life lately, has been INSANE.
Well, to jump right into it, last week’s post stuck with me more than I was expecting. (If you haven’t read it yet, I’d suggest doing that before you continue on, but for the TL;DR, I’ve found my feelings of anger towards my ex, reignited as I watch The Guy with my children.) Anyway, it’s
Last Friday, she called me at 6am, 9am, 12pm, 4pm, and 2am, and then her family called me at 3pm and 7pm. And she is just one of my many nonprofit clients. I absolutely adore her and she is definitely one of my favorite clients, but she is going through some really tough things right
I woke up kicking him and shoving him away from me. “Eden, it’s me! It’s just me, and you’re safe. You are safe, wake up!” The voice, it sounded familiar. It was Friday night, or rather, now early Saturday morning. The Guy and I were unwinding after the kids had gone to bed, by watching
Do you guys remember the post “My Christmas Tree Might Actually Fall Over,” in which I threw out the big tree that I had once shared with my ex, and in an attempt to embrace our new life as a family of three, bought the only tree that my measly budget could afford? This year,
******* A couple weeks ago on a Saturday night, I picked up the phone, and to my shock, horror, and surprise, there was a Facebook message from the woman that I believed my ex was cheating on me with during a portion of my marriage. That would make her the woman that he was cheating
“What you want, and what you are willing to do to get it, are drastically different things. You need to decide if you are simply just wanting, or if you are really, truly, willing. Because you can say all day long that you want something, or that you want to make a change, but unless
Several years ago, shortly after I started writing this blog, I started writing a book. Initially my plan was to follow the course that many authors hope to follow, which would be to get picked up by an agent, sign with a publisher, and release the book “the old fashioned way.” But then life got
If you remember from the last part of this unique three-part-post, I had been struggling to get comfortable with the very close relationship that the guy I’m dating, has with a female friend. Where we left off, The Guy had come to the realization that maybe the relationship he had with this female friend, was
When I was about 10 years old, I was running up the stairs to my bedroom when my ankle rolled and gave way. Over the sound of my body thudding down each and every step, was a very distinctive and sickening “popping” noise that sent chills down my spine and a searing pain up through
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.
