The Truth Always Trumps the Lie

For a long time, much of my life I would venture to say, I believed in this. I believed in the good in people. I believed that even flawed people are inherently good at heart, the way a destructive thunderstorm still replenishes the earth; the way a long winter grows appreciation for summer. PC did … Continue reading The Truth Always Trumps the Lie

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When Everyone Has Husbands and Plans

Most of the time, I'm okay. Except when I'm not. Like when its a Friday afternoon in October. A 70 degree Indian summer day. Everyone is celebrating the weekend walking around in shorts, making dinner plans, taking their kids to pumpkin patches and haunted trails and fun fall festive events. Me? I'm handing my kids … Continue reading When Everyone Has Husbands and Plans

An Open Letter to the Woman Who Slept with My Husband

I can’t really open this post with a salutation of any sort, because I don’t know what to call you. I’ve called you many things in the past six months. A whore. A bitch. Evil. Homewrecker. Trollup (this seems to stick as its catchy and not quite as vile as the others.) I’ve called you … Continue reading An Open Letter to the Woman Who Slept with My Husband

This Home is Just a House and Other Metaphors for my Life…

Hunkering down in a blizzard seems like a good time to dream about the future. Specifically, the future that includes sunshine and beaches, but also that long-term model, the one that everyone keeps reminding me will be worth this in the end. And what is my long-term model? I'm envisioning a life of warmth, laughter. … Continue reading This Home is Just a House and Other Metaphors for my Life…