Post-divorce I became “Broken Jenny.” I didn’t know where to start to pick up the pieces of my former life. I had no idea who I was, what…
Bullshit can sneak up on you. One moment life is copacetic and suddenly you are wading through a cesspool of liquid injustice, manipulation, and general fuckery. At some…
This world is bleeping crazy. And not in a good way. When it comes to watching the nightly news on TV, my husband and I had to invent…
I had the opportunity to revisit my travel bucket list. I have been bugging the family to consider South America for a family vacation and haven’t yet won that battle. Then my husband had to travel to Santiago, Chile for work and the kids’ were busy at school. I got on the plane for a
It sort of happened by accident. One day we were a cable-loving family happily glued to the television screen watching crappy reality shows and the next we weren’t.…
I’m woken by the flicker of light between the bedroom blinds. I lay still and anticipate the fall, and by fall I mean that feeling you get when…
My cheek pressed to the cold steel of the examining table, I strained to determine just what the various doctors grouped around my posterior were thinking when they…
Tonight I sat in the Panera Bread parking lot for 2.5 hours after they had closed. What was I doing in my car for 2.5 hours on a Friday night? I was catching up on a week’s worth of texts, I was googling cotton candy makers and woodland decorations for my son’s 4th birthday party,
When I was 24, I broke up with a man-boy because his lifestyle of vanilla piousness was at odds with my lifestyle of blackout drinking and recreational shoplifting.…
Dating as a single mom has been an emotional roller coaster. Correction. It’s been like an actual roller coaster where the kid in front of you throws up, the cart…
I have wanted a tattoo for as long as I can remember. I’ve also known that I wouldn’t get one until I was 100% sure that I would not regret it, or regret it if you love misspelled tattoos as much as I do. I figured 50 is the age I can finally be allowed
I love fun holidays! You’ll probably never meet another person that loves Halloween more than me, there’s something magical about the pride I feel on the 4th of…
The year was 1984. My mother squeezed me into a blue jumper with a doily collar, red cable knit tights and black Mary Janes. It didn’t occur to…
Being married is a shitload of hard work. You walk down the aisle and commit yourself to someone for life assuming everything will feel like it does at…