After a breakup, it’s hard to figure out how to redefine not only yourself, but all the external memory triggers that surround you.
Click over to my latest at the Huffington Post and read about how I worked on redefining my life.
(Featured on the HuffPost Divorce home page as “Redefining My Life After Divorce, One Paint Can At A Time.”)
Did you make a one-word New Year’s resolution this year? Well, since New Year’s, I’ve collected a list of 50 one-word resolutions. These resolutions apply not just to my 2015, but to my life as a single woman in general.
Want to read the whole list? Click on over to the Huffington Post and check it out. And let me know if there are any words I should add to my list!
hint of cautious curiosity. It’s usually asked with the expectation of
reassurance that private moments won’t go public. And it’s usually asked on all my first dates:
period before I include this date in a blog post.”
gulp of wine.) Sorry, I just wrote a blog post in my head. Is this over yet so
I can go home and publish?”
shed her dating cynicism, I usually just chuckle back with a flirty smile and
say, “Of course not.” I figure that’s enough to appease their fear, but
nowhere near a promise that they’re safe from becoming an example of a bad date
in the Huffington Post.
any life event, and our interpretations can be brutal.
But I can tell you it’s not easy on the flip side either, being a writer trying
there’s another inevitable one I dread more:
simple answer. When it comes to blind date ice-breakers, this is pretty much a
no-brainer when all you know about a woman’s professions is she’s a writer.
military discounts. But as exciting as military discounts may be for military
families, it’s not exactly glamorous. Military discounts don’t scream, “This
chick is cool!”
regular contributor at the Huffington Post and I’ve written for the New York Times. That would definitely up my coolness factor. But then I’d have to admit
I write about divorce, single motherhood, how much I hate dating — subjects
that probably guarantee no second date.
military life doesn’t satisfy the question either because then my date thinks I’m a service member. Explaining that I’m not leads to talk of my ex, and the last person I want invading my date is my ex.
I’ve finally discovered the best bet
is to mention my interview with Gary Sinise. We’re off topic in no time.
from my running group (always nice when a guy asks you out after he’s seen you
sweaty with no makeup), so unlike guys from online dating sites, he knew my
my article, that means he Googled me. And if he Googled me, that means he knows
I write about really personal stuff. He knows details about my emotional
journey through divorce. He knows about quirks and insecurities. He knows I have a tattoo on my ass.
our relationship is already lopsided. He knows way more about me than I know
even getting to the first date. After communicating with one guy on Match and
then exchanging a few texts, he asked the question even my friends ask:
editing my texts?”
It’s instinctual. But I’m more than willing to ignore poor grammar if it’s
overshadowed by impressive content.
that, he apparently lost interest and stopped texting before the mere
suggestion of a date.
maybe I’m too intimidating. She suggested I dumb myself down, maybe neglect to
mention I have a Masters degree.
woman with an advanced degree, an enviable career and cool personal successes. If
a man find that intimidating instead of attractive, I don’t want to date him
eHarmony because they won’t let me close my account, I’ve decided to laugh it
other than a single old photo. I text my guy bestie screenshots of all the
crazy rejects that I can’t imagine would ever get a swipe right from even the
craziest of women.
batch of Tinder pics that included a dude with a crab on his groin, multiple
men wearing masks, an overweight man holding a jumbo jar of
Nutella, a man wearing women’s clothes and a group of young men passing a
men who provide all this writing material.
Sorry guys, I AM going to write
So when I got the call that my cutting day was bumped up to right before the holidays because of a cancelation, I jumped on it, despite having less than a week to prepare for the aftermath of a foot surgery as a single mom.
But that’s just the beginning.
Today is Martin Luther King, Jr. Day. And as I look through my social media feeds, I’m inspired by the countless quotes spoken by this inspiring man.
One year ago on November 22, I sat in a courtroom and listened to a judge declare that my marriage was over. And as I anticipate my official divorciversary this Saturday, I thought I’d share some one-year post-divorce reflections. Click on over to read my latest at the Huffington Post.
I’m currently obsessed with the show “Parenthood.” After my work day is done and my kids are in bed, I binge on Netflix as I join the Braverman family in all their adventures in parenting. I watch as they celebrate life’s joyous moments, mourn life’s tragedies, help each other with problems big and small and stand by each other unconditionally.
And with every episode I watch, every theme song I sing along to, I have the same thought, “I wish I had that.”
The second question most people asked me when I announced my divorce (after “What happened?”), was, “Are you moving closer to family?” But it wasn’t until the past few months that I started seriously considering moving back home. Between the stress of single parenting, the appeal of my children being closer to both sets of grandparents and my parents’ ability to help me, recent health issues, the fact that my job travels with me and my old military spouse mentality nagging me that it’s time for a change of scenery, signs are pointing me in that direction. Throw in the added plus that the high school reunion I attended over the summer reminded me that I would already have an established circle of friends once I got there, the pro side of the debate is pretty hard to beat.
Ever think about getting a tattoo removed? Yeah, me too.
You can read my thoughts on tattoo removal in my latest at the Huffington Post.
Seven years ago today in Sasebo, Japan, I listened to countdowns from 10 in a foreign language as I watched dolphins swimming on a flat-screen tv in front of me. The result was a beautiful baby girl who makes me laugh and swell with pride while constantly keeping me on my toes.
Turns out, no matter how many Barbies and dolls and pretty dresses I buy for this little girl, she’s growing up to follow in my jock academic footsteps. She would rather spend her time finding new adventures, reading a book and requesting I change her name to Cannonball.
So what did I get this mini me for her birthday this year? An afternoon of obstacle courses and zip-lining!
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