walking home.

When I was younger, everyone always told me to get out there and see the world. That the world is bigger than I could imagine. That it is beautiful. That in order to feel accomplished and worldly, I should jump at any opportunity to travel. And I did for a long time. During college, I…

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Deleting the Jello

How hard is it to mess up Jello? The packet, the boiling water, the fridge (right?). As of tonight it has been 48 hours since I boiled, stirred, covered and placed in the fridge. It is as liquid as red fruit punch in a bowl – not a single bit congealed. And really, I’m not…

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Walking it off

Today knocked me off my feet. Today my dog won. Today I laughed a little. My dog has this amazing ability to smell every smell in the yard the minute he goes out the door. Then, he has this amazing ability to figure out which direction the best smells are coming from and go there.…

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home

What makes a home? I kept asking myself that question, over and over today. Was I a good wife? Am I a good mom? I kept asking those over and over, too. They circled and swirled in my head with no accompanying answers. I went to my old house today. The lost house. The failed…

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tiny boxes

I saw it. I saw your real smile the other day. I haven’t seen it in many, many months, maybe even a year… or two. You were three feet away and yet a million miles away from me and looking at your phone. I think you were texting with her. Or maybe you were looking…

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20 minutes

I tried to meditate a little last night while wearing this fancy face mask that I found in a box of stuff. I don’t know where the mask came from but it looked legit and I wanted to feel pampered. The directions said to leave the mask on for 20 minutes. I took a gulp…

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progress

Today I felt a little bit of personal progress. I was running an errand without my toddler in tow and I did not listen to angry music the entire time. I didn’t keep listening to Eminem’s new album over and over. I switched over to a little Collective Soul and Snow Patrol. And that was…

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autopsy of a marriage

I never know when I’ll start thinking about my failed marriage. When I’ll start looking to place blame on someone or something. To understand the exact moment when everything changed. Or maybe it was a series of moments. Sometimes I lie in my bed at night, lights off, eyes shut, and mind racing. Sometimes it…

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Notice: This is not a rollercoaster

I hate the expression emotional rollercoaster. I especially hate it when someone uses that expression when they talk about separation and divorce, or even dealing with a narcissistic, cheating spouse. It contradicts the truth of the emotions. A rollercoaster is something I choose to ride, and even sometimes pay to ride. I know the ride…

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