the thread of Love

A couple of months ago, I decided to cancel my YMCA membership. I found that I was going less than I thought I should and I felt guilty every time I road past it: I also figured it was a good time to save a little money. But when I checked my bank statement last…

a space to heal

“How can what I’m going through be helpful to others?” This is a question that I ask myself everyday, and it is the focus of my blog. One challenge that I’ve faced while going through this divorce is not being able to write about all aspects of it, since it also involves my estranged husband,…

pain is a messenger

Yesterday I began thinking about going forward with a new idea. A part of me was uncomfortable with it, but I was entertaining it anyway…looking at it from all sides, considering what it might be like if I followed through…and then this morning, as I picked up the idea again, I felt an intense pain…

clearing the decks for the unfolding, wondrous, future

I was driving home the other day and happened upon a wonderful NPR Radio Lab called, People Who Lie. The timing of this was beyond perfect. The day before, I’d had a conversation with my son, Tom, and my daughter-in-law, Lindsay, about just this topic. Several months ago, I made a commitment to myself to…

The end of suffering

I’ve been wanting to write about this for a while, but the timing hasn’t been right. Today it felt right, so here I go. Two years ago Jack and I almost split up. We had a major crisis in our marriage that, instead of pushing me out the door or shutting me down emotionally, opened…

Game on? I hope not.

In the last post, I shared my experience of meeting with a former boyfriend/lover and how surprised I was at how much he hadn’t changed. The old “hooks” and words he spoke, which used to pull me in and make me feel so much longing and desperation to have more of him, did not have…

Making good friends…with ourselves

  Several weeks ago, I had the opportunity to meet with a man whom I’d been intimately involved with for a number of years. I hadn’t seen him in decades and was a little apprehensive (also curious) about how I would feel when we finally met. We didn’t end our relationship on hostile terms but…