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Writer Chick
An Open Letter to My Graduating Daughter: I’m Sorry, but It Won’t Always Be Better Tomorrow

An Open Letter to My Graduating Daughter: I’m Sorry, but It Won’t Always Be Better Tomorrow

Three years ago today, this post was published on a site for which I regularly contributed; however, that site is now defunct. But I never want to forget this time — and I think none of us should. The year was 2020, and it was the first graduation season impacted...

Current (crazy) events
Mask-Shaming Guidance: How to Respond to, “Do You Mind If I Take Off My Mask?”

Mask-Shaming Guidance: How to Respond to, “Do You Mind If I Take Off My Mask?”

Imagine this: You’re a patient in the middle of surgery on a brain tumor, and it’s an “awake” surgery because the doctor needs you conscious enough to answer questions. About an hour into the procedure, she peeks out behind the curtain, nonchalantly asking, “Do you...

Current (crazy) events
Dude: You’ll Never Believe What Happened to Me! (Actually, You’ll Totally Believe It…)

Dude: You’ll Never Believe What Happened to Me! (Actually, You’ll Totally Believe It…)

Hey. So here's the deal: At some point, my goal is to once again post regularly here. Maybe. Probably. Likely. Soon. But later. A lot has happened in the last few months, which many of you know if you're friends with me on Facebook. Of course it has, I mean...we've...

Current (crazy) eventsMy (forced) reinventionMy bat-shit crazy divorceWine. 'Nuff said.Writer Chick
You Never Know When the Day Before is the Day Before

You Never Know When the Day Before is the Day Before

One year ago tonight was the last time. I don’t remember, but I’m sure I went to bed feeling happy, complete, in love, full of hope. I’m confident that he wrapped his arms wrap around me, and I breathed in, secure in his presence, as I had every day for the almost...

My (forced) reinventionMy bat-shit crazy divorceWine. 'Nuff said.Writer Chick
You Never Know When the Day Before is the Day Before

You Never Know When the Day Before is the Day Before

One year ago tonight was the last time. I don’t remember, but I’m sure I went to bed feeling happy, complete, in love, full of hope. I’m confident that he wrapped his arms wrap around me, and I breathed in, secure in his presence, as I had every day for the almost...

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