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The Turtle
How do we get there? How did Mr. Turtle get there? Was he on a walk, looking for dinner, chasing a female turtle, annoyed at Mrs. Turtle and needed a change of scenery???
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Weekend Blues
Those two days between Friday and Monday whisper You Are Alone and I feel like I am dog-paddling through Saturday and Sunday just to come up for air and breathe on Monday where I have a schedule, have work, have phone conversations with clients and suppliers.
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The Fixer
On my walk, yesterday, I was pondering all the things about my marriage that frustrated me–all those details which led to the demise of something hopeful….beautiful even. I kept running into the road block of Why. You know–the place upon that mental path of exploration which dead-ends into a big question mark. Why did that…
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Love-30: The Comparison Game
Atlanta is all about the tennis. Seriously, y’all. When I moved here, people would tell me tennis is the best way to get to know people. I resisted for about a year, and then curiosity got the best of me and I picked up that racquet. Truth be told, I love it. It’s a sport…
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Surviving Valentine’s Day – an OG 2019 Diva Post
As I sit here at Hubbard and Cravens, drinking my earl grey tea, my mind goes back a few days contemplating the Valentine weekend… I had an amazing weekend full of friends, laughter, companionship and even a date…..yes, that is right….the girl who puts all into the friend box actually had a double date for…
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Enough!
But you know what? I’ll dance when you Karaoke. I’ll grab a tambourine and get all 70s hippie girl with the moves. You sing, I’ll dance, and we’ll entertain way more than we could on our own. That’s how the body of the world works–that’s how community works.
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Broken Crayons Can Still Color
Broken Crayons can still color. That statement has been with me for months. I don’t remember where I first saw this statement: Pinterest, Insta, somewhere generic on the www….. It’s been rolling around in my mind because even though it’s a sassy saying….it’s full of truth. A broken crayon is still a crayon and can…
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A Grown Up Gap Year
The definition of a Gap Year is a year of experiential learning to deepen one’s practical, professional, and personal awareness. It’s a time to discover your role in the world, to focus on your mental health, and to pause and reflect.
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Let’s Talk about Sex, Baby
Sex….it’s the elephant in the room when you are a single woman. You can talk about it ad nauseam in some circles and not at all in other circles. Many times our conversations about sex are transactional: they want it too much, they don’t want it enough, techniques, quality, quantity…but we rarely talk about the…
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Just a Small Town Girl….Livin in a Lonely World….
She took the Midnight Train going anywhere….. Anywhere… as is anywhere but here. Being Divorced a second time was not something I actually aspired to… heck, I was so determined to prove to the world, my (first) X, and to myself that I was a good wife the first time around….that I AM good wife…
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The Divorced Diva's Guide to Survival 