This was going to be a story of heartbreak. Because I happen to have one. Right now. It’s fresh and it’s raw and it feels awful and it’s so…present…in my mind and in my body. It seems like all I can feel right now. So I decided to write about it. But. Today as I was trying to find time and the inclination to begin, I was reminded of something.

(Or How a Warning Light Is Actually Sometimes a Wakeup Call) A flat. Rats. Not so many weeks ago, I was driving down the road, and I noticed a little warning light on the dash of my car. Well, in full disclosure, I discovered what I described as ‘an exclamation mark in a triangle’. And someone gently asked me ‘you mean a warning light’? Umm…yes. That’s exactly what I mean.

So the other night, I’m lying in bed. I can’t sleep. It’s one of those staring at the ceiling-the more I think about how badly I need to go to sleep the worse it is-kinda can’t sleep nights. I had been lying there for at least an hour. Mind swirling. I keep half sitting up- to check the time. 11:23 (not bad…go to sleep now and I still get 7 hours). 12:07 (oh

I’ve been thinking about this for awhile. Why is it that we believe the grass is always greener on the other side? Why is it that we are so busy looking over the fence at everyone else, sometimes we can’t even appreciate what’s in our own backyard? In our own life. In our own self? I am so quick to measure my own ‘success’ by comparing myself to others. Why is it

Or thereabouts… That’s about how long it has been since I moved out…into my own house. After six years of marriage. It was a December morning. It was cold and there was snow on the ground. We had spent the weeks leading up packing up boxes and making piles of my things in the dining room. It was overflowing and stacked to the ceiling in some places. Half of pretty much everything we had

Or…why that Oprah has a few things on me… Here’s the truth: I have no idea what I know for sure. I’m writing this days after my birthday. My thirty seventh, to be exact. Or flirty seventh, if you prefer to listen to my 4 year old. I do. It certainly sounds more fun, no? Anyway…so my birthday kinda gets me thinking. About where I’ve been…where I’m going. The kinds of

…aka MY ONLINE DATING ‘BAIT’   Uh huh. I’ve tried it. Online (gasp!) baiting dating. I’ve accumulated my fair share of fish-tales, shall we say. And maybe I’ll share those someday. But for now I thought I would share what I’ve been using to set the hook: I laugh often and easily. I cry often and easily. I’m a story-teller…I am often told by people I meet that I should write a book

Whoa. So my friend Michelle at everythingmom.com just posted such an interesting article on her site. It’s about making decisions and getting stuck. Actually, more like learning how to get UN-STUCK. It’s part of her 12-week self-esteem journey, Mom Esteem. (And if you haven’t checked it out, you must). I found myself nodding my head and saying aloud ‘yes!’. I began to reply : ‘For me it can be even the ‘little’

It’s true. This is my first blog. I have never blogged. I’ve thought about it, it’s even fair to say I’ve fantasized about it. And….I’ve….ummmm….in private…ahem…written for myself a time or two. But never like this. I’ve never gone all the way. Until this very minute.  This one right here.  Phew! Relief! I’m not gonna lie… the anticipation of it all…the build-up…has had me a little nervous! You know, the self-doubt,