Done With A Capital D.

The thing about loving someone in secret is that when you lose them, you don't know what to do with your grief. When it is obvious, as in the case of a divorce, say -- people reach out to you, share their stories, commiserate. You find new tribes and supports and ways to get by until the sharp scathing pain and the choking lack of breath becomes a dull ache, and then a slight twinge ....more

On Outtakes and Examples.

I know I'm moving slowly into this new realm of blogging, and I really could be better about it. But an interesting thing happened with just this second outfit I tried to capture quickly amid the chaos of that. Someone else wanted to play dress-up, too ....more

Not What It Looks Like.

The sitting amid the clutter was slowly driving me insane. It's been over six months since Kyle moved out, however he's still at the house nearly every day to watch the kids while I work. We have had fights over things -- not allowed to change things in the house, not allowed to get rid of things, not allowed to do anything .. ....more

Moody Dawn 'Til Dusk Outfit.

The response to last week's post made me mushy inside, guys. Thanks for indulging me and being supportive of my silly interests and hobbies. Y'all are the best enablers a blogger could have ....more

Believing In Tomorrow.

Over a month ago, there was a clear day after the snow had all melted where the sun came out and the weather was kind enough to remind us all that Spring was right around the corner, if we'd just be patient. I kept finding myself staring out the opened windows at the vegetative decay that blanketed most of my yard, depressed by the graveyard of plants lingering after last year's efforts. You see, I never managed to go outside and clean up the gardens once the first and second frosts hit ....more

My Awkward and Official Foray Into (Feminist?) Fashion Blogging.

It often feels to me like the most vapid thing I could do with this space at this place in my life is to turn it into some drivel about superficial things. And yet, I've been meaning for months to do a more regular fashion-esque bit, because, once you parse out all of the stupid crap around stereotypical fashion blogs, (which that does NOT include the lovely ladies with whom I've participated in link ups and challenges prior -- I'm talking more the super unreasonably priced, seemingly un-self-aware ones) when you're in a place like the one I'm in, you sometimes kind of find yourself in your literal closet. At least I have ....more

On Doing The Work.

The hardest part is getting up the stairs. Maybe I should have written my way through this, like I have everything else. Maybe I shouldn't have ever held back or thought twice, but put all my dirty laundry out there for everyone to see, unashamed of the permanent stains on all my threadbare items ....more

Because Mamabear.

Last night, I left work for a couple of hours to attend my very first school board meeting. My kids' teacher asked me to go speak about the transportation issues we've been having all year -- I haven't detailed those much here but occasionally have brought them up on Facebook and certainly in person if you've managed to have the pleasure of running into me shortly after one of the district's snafus, mostly regarding Kiedis (although Tova has not entirely been exempt). "You're educated and well spoken ....more

Secrets Can't Keep.

{I originally posted this last week over on BlogHer, and then on Medium, dancing around putting this in my central online space. Then the magnificent Jasmine posted a piece not unsimilar to this and we chatted and her courage sparked mine. So ....more

A Decade Of Years And A Million Lifetimes Ago.

I've kind of purposely not written about either of my children's most recent birthdays. Sure, if you go over to Instagram you may see photos of the festivities and whatnot, but when it's come time for me to sit down and write some gushing soliloquy to my children on the day each of them exited my body and became people of their own ... I falter ....more