When 8 women gather at the beach, topics of conversation can range from the highly humorous to the deep, raw details of life. From the mundane discussions of cooking and exercise to the whimsical and rhetorical talks of people and love. And dreams. Specifically, this dream discussion began with the underlying tone of "recurring nightmares". … Continue reading The Power of Self-Control
Recently, I came across an old picture on my phone. Six years ago. A friend, two toddlers in a sandbox, a baby crawling and two Labradors. I am behind the camera and behind the image is my once-beloved mountain. We often referred to that spring day as The Perfect Day and so I could not … Continue reading Perfect
Part of being a writer, I believe, is opening the vault of things: emotions, feelings, and thoughts that are not necessarily things you would share with anyone besides your dog or perhaps your best friend. It means being honest to a fault: the good, the bad, and the ugly. Part of this story, I believe, is the … Continue reading Everyone Has A Story
Of all the blessings in my life, one is my "Reckless Friends", a group consisting of 7 women who somehow came together as friends in the manner of recklessness, laughter, and being non-judgmental. We could not be more different. We range in age from 40 to 60-something. Some of us work, some don't. All of … Continue reading Reckless
Being an artist is two-fold: having something to say and having a way to say it. If you're thinking, I've heard that sentiment recently, you'd be correct to assume that I've finally watched "A Star Is Born" and there's quite a few themes that spawn out on this topic, not to mention a few quotes from … Continue reading Inner Voice
A few days ago, PC and I found ourselves in the lobby of a private school we are hoping to send one of our kids to. As with everything, this decision and process has been fraught with arguments, threats, misinformation and PC's ever-present need to use everything as a negotiation tactic. Nonetheless, there we were, … Continue reading Who We Used To Be
Recently, I watched a psychological thriller series on Netflix, Doctor Foster. If you're not familiar, the basic plot goes something like this: Husband cheats on wife. Wife finds out. Husband continues to lie. Wife loses her shit and becomes paranoid and slightly psychotic. Husband and wife have it out to the point that he smashes her … Continue reading Ten Dollar Ring
Its been a little while since I've written here, which is somewhat ironic since a lot of things have happened in the past month. First and foremost, the name of this blog--Divorcing a Narcissist--became something of a reality on January 8th, 2019. Nearly 26 months after this nightmare began, a piece of it ended in … Continue reading Easy Like Sunday Morning (Ok, Maybe Tuesday Morning…)
The times, they have been bleak lately. I actually said out loud, twice recently, I feel dead inside. This was in jest, of course, in the taste of unfiltered dark humor, but there's always an underlying truth to what we say. It can be attributed to things, I suppose, if I wanted it to be. The life of … Continue reading Dead Inside?
Do we all feel things so deeply? To the core of our being, in a way that encompasses every waking thought, infiltrates dreams; things that become a thread in the fabric of who we are? Or is that just those of us with massive anxiety and a propensity for overthinking? Recently, my father gave my … Continue reading Bullet Holes and Other Things
