I’ve been listening to lovelytheband’s song, “Broken,” and reflecting on what it means to be broken. After my marriage fell apart (I’ll tell you that story some day when we know each other better), my instinct was to say that I shattered into a million pieces. I was broken. But now I have a different…
I’m reading Women in Sunlight, by Frances Mayes (LOVE her!) and this line made me put the book down and start writing: He encouraged me, he just didn’t meet me in my zone. Meet me in my zone…what does that mean to me? It resonates, actually, because I have failed to meet a man who got me.…
It’s been 2.5 years since my marriage imploded. 1.5 since the divorce was final. During the first year, my email inbox was a ticking time bomb. I never knew when there would be a ranting, raging email from my ex about how everything was my fault, how I never loved him. In the last six…
