One of the most important lessons I learned after my divorce was the importance of dying to my old self. I had to kill her. I had to bury her 10-feet under — not six but TEN! There was no way I could have continued life and prospered in any manner had I continued to … More Death of a Thing
There’s no doubt about it: DIVORCE SUCKS! The circumstances leading up to the dissolution of marriage vary from couple to couple, but as I’ve stressed before, not every divorce calls for sympathy. Some are cause for celebration. Either way, though, folks are left to pick up the pieces. The Ashes Even though it was surely … More Picking Up the Pieces
I was born and raised in the tiny, northwest Louisiana town of Sarepta. The population is under 1000 and my mother loved that fact. We didn’t have running water in our home until I was 12. We got our bath water, our water for cooking, our water for drinking from the well at the end … More Just a Girl from the Country
It’s hard to rebuild. It can be exciting because there is an element of newness involved in starting things over, but for the most part, rebuilding is hard. It’s been hard for me. I realize everybody’s story is different, but my story of rebuilding is not a particularly pretty one. Since my divorce, I’ve been … More Rebuilding from the Scraps
Gah!!! I promised that I wouldn’t neglect my blog because I will go to my grave believing that telling the story of the thing you survived is your duty — it’s your obligation, but it’s been the best that I can do to fall into bed when I finally make it home after work. I … More Hello…
Yesterday, I returned to corporate America. I had been praying so hard for a position that falls in line with my skills and my calling, and here I am. I’m working as a paralegal again and I can already tell it’s where I’m meant to be. Y’all know I’m meticulous when it comes to planning … More She’s Back at it!
After 19 years of marriage and 20 years as a couple, it took a minute for my ex and me to cut communications. On my part, it was due to the fact that Will still needed his help financially, we still had (have) a house in Denver, (will always) have a granddaughter together, and a … More My Thoughts on “I Miss You” and “I’m Sorry”