I’ve tried writing this post several times over the last two days, and I keep getting lost in the details. Then I realized--the details aren’t important here. When I think about life over the four months after my marriage blew apart, these things are fundamentally true:1. It’s really, really hard to be separated from your husband and have to continue living in the same house....more
It was April, 2013. It started as a normal day. Husband getting ready for work, kids and I getting ready for the day. Then suddenly, it wasn't normal, and I was sending the text to my sister: "My marriage just blew up."...more
The phone rang and my body tensed, just as it had for the last two days whenever the phone rang. I was waiting for the call. The one where the voice on the other end of the line would tell me, "She's gone, Jacqui. Mom died."...more
The stupidest thing happened on the way back home last week. The whole time I had spent with my cousin and her family was wonderful, even if it was extremely stressful in the whole buy-a-house-while-you-are-here kind of way....more
I don't believe there are good and bad humans. Probably I'm naive, but I believe in good humans and less-good humans: humans who are weak, damaged, hurt, unloved, hungry, addicted, mentally ill or otherwise not their best selves.
My mother passed away in 2004 and lately I’m thinking about her constantly. It is like I’ve suddenly, just now, realized that she isn’t coming back.She will never again snap at me for not brushing my hair before coming into the restaurant....more
"I don't believe an accident of birth makes people sisters or brothers. It makes them siblings, gives them mutuality of parentage. Sisterhood and brotherhood is a condition people have to work at."- Maya Angelou