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Gaps – The Stories We Use to Fill Them
Stories – oh how I love them! Especially when they catch my heart, cause me to invest, get my heart pounding with intrigue….and compel me to look differently at the world. Stories are the reason I’m a reader….a writer….and even work in the travel industry. Stories sell…..and I find myself buying whatever the stories in…
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Strategery – When You Can’t Help but Star Align
Growing up, we seemed to always have some sort of game going: Crazy Eights, Gin Rummy, Battleship, Risk, Stratego, Chess…. it was our family’s primary way of connection… So of course, I learned the art of strategy…of concurrently looking at Plan B, Plan C, Plan D – they make this move, and I make that…
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My Divorce is Final–Now What????
I was talking to a friend the other day whose Divorce just became final. It’s a strange feeling–having that final period at the end of that chapter. You spend all those months or even years wanting it to be over, and then when it’s final, the emotion is more akin to sadness than celebration. And…
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I Got the Power (Cue the Record, Bust a Move) – Thoughts on Boundaries
Boundaries are about who you give internal access to. They aren’t walls—they aren’t meant to punish.
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A Binge Watcher, Shopaholic, and a Wino
A Binge Watcher, Shopaholic, and a Wino I know…I know…it sounds like one of those jokes: A Binge Watcher, A Shopaholic, and a Wino walk into a bar…. Lately, I’ve found these coping mechanisms—or rather these distracting, mindless, the-opposite-of-intention facets of my life are bumping into my progress like bumper cars. It’s not that any of these…
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Glitter Ball
Here I am 12 months after my divorce–one month for every year we were married… In some ways, I feel like the groundhog who pops her head up from time to time to check the temperature, the circumstances, the shadows lurking around the corner to see if it’s time. Sometimes it’s just a tiny ear…
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Sand Dunes
It’s getting within striking distance of a year since my divorce was final. How can that be? I blinked and 12 months went by. I look at some of the lessons I’ve learned about myself, and I’m proud of what I accomplished—proud of my courage to examine those places inside me which rarely see light of day….places of…
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Theoden’s Sight
But I’ve done it–I’ve traded something temporary—something to just fill my desire For.A.Moment—traded that little 5-15 minute experience for something of great magnitude. What has a bigger magnitude than my own goals for myself–than the promises I made to myself??
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Hester Prynne Alphabet
Like a letterman’s jacket, our D letter is not meant to be worn season after season like a classic Prada purse, but rather, it’s meant to be put away once we’ve outgrown the season and we’ve moved on. We can’t clutch that letter forever—our hurt matters, but we have to let go and allow ourselves…
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Having a Nemesis
If it were a Hollywood movie, we’d then join forces to make the X’s life even more miserable…..teach him a lesson or two about life…..and then all leave better people with a post-credit scene of us eating shawarma together…
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The Divorced Diva's Guide to Survival 