Empty Arms, Broken Heart

The Tuesday before our staycation I received a phone call from Chica Marie’s mobile therapist. Apparently, Chica Marie had been telling a ...

I spent the better part of morning at work trying desperately to not hear a conversation between my co-worker and her customer and handl...

Before I write more about the bad stuff, I’d like to relive some of the good stuff. Last week I took an entire week off of work for the ...

A picture is worth a thousand words, so they say. I was flipping through Facebook the other day and came across a photo my former colleg...

I have a lot to say and not a lot of energy to say it. I’m sad and angry. I’m tired and lost. I’m heart-broken and numb. My world feels ...

I remember being 16. I remember how exhilarating it was to get my driver’s license and suddenly have a freedom I had never known before....

She’s only 6 but Chica Marie has already used the “real mother” verbiage. It happened at dinner. I don’t remember what we were talking a...