Please don’t ask if it’s amicable!

So now that you understand how ABSURD the amicable question is, let me offer some suggestions of what might be more helpful to someone who is facing or recently undergone divorce.

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Removing cages

I have wanted to write more about my wrestle with my faith, but it feels very vulnerable.  I am going to try to do that today and I hope, as readers, you will remember my post about the wound that is still healing.  I am in the middle of healing this wound, maybe even at…

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Day 1: Make a mess beautiful

PREFACE:  This week I’ve decided to chronicle my NIH visit in detail.  My friends and family have been observing my NIH pilgrimages from a distance for years and are interested to know what it’s like.  I realize this may not be of interest to everyone and my entries will resume their regular flavor (whatever that…

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Light in the kitchen

I’m on my way to DC today.  This is the trip that I have normally approached with, at best, resignation, and at worst, dread.  It’s always difficult to describe the NIH experience to others. I’ll do my best here.  It starts with a cross-country flight.  I like flying into Reagan International Airport because I can get…

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It’s a lot of work to be friends with me

I find myself joking with my close friends that it’s a lot of work to be friends with me right now.  It’s because I have no capacity for the superficial.   I don’t have the energy for it.  This means I have a lot more awkward conversations.  I ask deep, personal questions.  I talk about…

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We are coming for you

As a woman, I’ve spent most of my life trying to take up as little space as possible.  This was easier in some ways because I have always been on the smaller side of normal.  And the message from the world is that women should be small and quiet and agreeable.  Fortunately, at this time…

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Fear, get out of the driver’s seat!

Tonight I find myself on the couch.  It’s late.  I should be sleeping but my brain won’t be quiet.  I have learned that this is a signal I’ve been slacking on my mental hygiene.  By that, I mean that I haven’t been doing all of the practices I usually do to keep my mind uncluttered. …

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I don’t remember

I don’t remember what it feels like to be kissed.  It’s been a long time.  Too long.  I can picture it in my mind and I can even recall the rush somewhat, but the actual tactile sensation of lips and cheeks and tongue, of force and softness; that I can’t quite recall.  I long for…

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