LIVING IN SPLITSVILLE: Meditation is My Midlife Medication
If anyone out there is happy and they know it, please do clap your hands right now because there is not a whole lot of applause going on in my circle these days.
LIVING IN SPLITSVILLE: Areas of Density or Unresolved Anger?
I fretted that maybe my “area of density” was in fact a grumpy, pissed-off little knot of unresolved anger.
LIVING IN SPLITSVILLE: Custody's 5 Days On, 5 Days Off
I become more and more estranged from my children’s other life.
LIVING IN SPLITSVILLE: Inside Pandora's Desk, a Dead Marriage
Looking at letters and photos from my married days brings up something different than the sweet nostalgia I feel when I read something saved from a college or high school boyfriend.
LIVING IN SPLITSVILLE: Signposts on the Road to Old
It’s other, subtler things that catch me off guard and force me to acknowledge my advancing age.
