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Friendship as I Get Older
The older I get, the more I realize friendship doesn’t have to mean constant plans or talking every day. It’s about the people you can pick right back up with, no matter how much life has changed.
June is Men's Mental Health Month, a time to talk about something many men struggle with but few feel comfortable discussing openly. For much of my life, I believed that strength meant handling things on my own. As a soldier, I was trained to push through difficult situations, adapt to challenges, and keep moving forward no matter what. During my military career, I completed two overseas deployments, one to Afghanistan and another to Iraq. Those deployments meant leaving behi
It's 2:00am and the thoughts just keep swirling & swirling... water, utilities, mortgage, sport fees. Literally impossible to manage everything solo. But that's exactly the expectation for a single parent. There are single parents, and then there are lone ones. I fall into the latter category. It was never in my dream book, or even in my childhood journals, to manage life with kids completely on my own. I wanted partnership, friendship, a love that drops it all to just simply
I walked down to the Police Station that day… slowly, my head hung the lowest of the low. Feelings of extreme sadness, anger and shame flooded my mind. I was just building my career in Social Work. My professional reputation mattered. But everything was seemingly crumbling behind closed doors. How can this even be my life, I thought. Things like this just don't happen to me. I had been separated from my ex at that time for a substantial amount of time. I had primary care of t
Do we find something new or just build the garage and accept this is our house now. Every week the answer changes. This week it's the garage. Ask me again Saturday.
My Friends by Hisham Matar and The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo. One makes me feel like a serious person. The other has me reading at midnight with my brightness all the way down. Both excellent.
“I wish I could just be a stay-at-home mom FOREVER.” I’ve said it. I’ve thought it. I’ve pictured it. The slower mornings, the clean house, the endless time and the calm. That would be the dream… and it was. Until…. it wasn’t. All my kids were in school full-time, and I had the opportunity to continue to stay home. The moment I had been waiting for! The house was clean, the laundry was caught up, meals were planned, and corners were scrubbed that hadn’t seen attention in year