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1.26.16 I’m sitting in my car drenched from head to rainboot covered toe, listening to the steady drip-drip-drip of drops. I’m not 100% sure where I am, only that it’s beautiful and new-to-me. My fingers feel like I’ve been digging around in an … Continue reading

Part Two: Someone Slap An Unaccompanied Minor Sticker On This Bitch.

Part Two: Someone Slap An Unaccompanied Minor Sticker On This Bitch.

Click to read Part One: And Then She Began To Whistle. _ _ _ Where were we? Oh, yeah. My kids began melting and quickly, convinced we were going to miss Christmas and that it was all my fault. Naturally my response was a … Continue reading

Part One: And Then She Began To Whistle.

These days I only make it back home once a year. I used to visit way more often, but with geography and kids and million dollar plane tickets, Christmas was the last man standing. And, we’ve only made the journey by car. … Continue reading

Dating After Divorce. A Horror Story, I Mean Memoir.

Dating after divorce has to be one of the most comical experiences I’ve encountered to date. I say this only because it makes me cry less. I’ve been divorced for under a year, yet I’ve witnessed more than most soldiers on the … Continue reading