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In Life…
In life, there is grief, there is sadness, and there is pain. But there is also laughter and joy and smiles and euphoria and love. In my memoir, Stretched, I give you a sense of what it was like deep down in that oceanic abyss, and with these posts, I aim to bring you right back up for air.
Sure, there were hard times, but there were also so many good times. I kept a diary for many, many years, and in that diary, I have hundreds of stories related to dating and drinking (which you will find under the “…But I Prefer the Bar” section) and more recently, stories of my ever-so-entertaining children and family (which you will find under the “…But I Prefer Being Home” section). To see the “Exclusive Posts” page, please subscribe!
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COMING SOON!!
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What Heartbreak Taught Me at 32
I’m 43 years old now, but I look back at this diary entry from 2014, and it still resonates with me, so I’m adding it to my posts. Hope it resonates with you as well.
Here goes…
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Stuck
I was screaming. Metal bars encapsulated my head, and the yellow Golden Arches of McDonald’s were glistening in the sun high above me. People were gasping, children crying. The fire department raced in my direction, but before they were able to reach me, my mother had already covered my entire head in slick, greasy butter.
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The Mental Load
It was one morning in mid-December, and I asked my husband, “Sweetie, did you call your sister to tell her we aren’t going to make it for the Christmas party?”
“Oh, shoot, no. I’ll call her later today.”
And the mental load piles up.
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A Night I Forgot
A few days after my humiliating text messaging episode, I figured what better way to forget all the stupid decisions I make…
…than to drink an inordinate amount of alcohol.
