My parents separated for the first time when I was 6 years old. I didn’t understand what was happening. I was told we were moving and would be closer to Grandma and Grandpa. This excited me. I don’t recall feeling extraordinary loss at the time and it didn’t take long for my father to follow… Continue reading What I Never Wanted
Three years ago this week we appeared in family court for the first time, after a year and a half of back and forth intimidation without attorneys. Tomorrow I will represent myself before our judge for the tenth time. For the most part, I would say it gets easier all the time. I know what… Continue reading What’s the Saying About Insanity?
When I left our family court hearing early last Friday morning I was frustrated to hear the decision would be mailed to us later that day. In 2015 it was to be mailed on actual paper with a stamp and all. My husband was away for work all week. I turned Liam over to his… Continue reading Questioning My Faith in a Broken System
I could not have planned the timing of this guidepost any better if I had tried. Even if I had tried it would have gotten thrown off by, yet another, adjournment request from opposing counsel. Two weeks ago my faith was waning and my intuition was being second-guessed at every turn. To fill you in,… Continue reading Me and Brené, Cultivating Intuition and Trusting Faith
For the last couple of months, I have noticed some unhealthy patterns in my daily routine. Not going to the gym, at all. Allowing myself a lot of “treats” because I “deserved it”. Spending too much time in the bathroom because I’d get caught up in Facebook. The behavior that bothered me the most was… Continue reading Me and Brené, Cultivating a Resilient Spirit
There are conversations you never think you will have, like talking to ladies at church about hot sex. There are conversations you could dream of having but assume they will never occur, like what you’d say if you ever found yourself sitting next to Meryl Streep at the theatre. Then there are conversations that you… Continue reading Entering the Twilight Zone
Two years ago this week my grandmother died. She and I were not close, in fact she had disowned me when I was a teenager. I had been trying to reestablish a relationship for a few years before she died. She loved my little boy, though and I wanted to be there when she died.… Continue reading A Vote of Confidence