The butterfly effect

In college, a friend from a small southern Ohio town often played a country song I can’t get out of my head to this day: “There’s a Tear in My Beer.” And that song has been on my mind this week, as I cry all over the darn house. It’s all good, though, friends. Happy…

For what it’s worth

My friend and I were out to dinner with my sister on Christmas Eve. My sister had asked about how dating was going after divorce. My friend answered: “Kristine and I are just trying to find men worthy of us.” At the time, I thought it a rather high-handed way to describe what we were…

I am not those other girls

I am not those other girls. You know. The ones that believe every story and think the sun rises and sets on your every word. The ones that don’t quite match you in gray matter. The ones that make your brow furrow and your eyes trail off into the distance as you realize they cannot…

Worth it

When did we decide that we were not worth it? When did we begin to tell ourselves the choices that bring us joy were too expensive/impractical/self-indulgent? I remember, as a young girl, asking for a $20 calendar for my birthday. My mother told me it would be “shameful” to spend $20 on a calendar, that something so…

Late again

I cried in the car on the way home this morning. One of those mornings you hope a neighbor isn’t traveling the same route you are. And I’m writing about it not in a fit of self-pity (oh, I detest those) but because in this universal human experience, I am sure I am not alone….

Enough? Hell, yes.

I tell my kids often that they are enough. You will know what that means if you have ever felt like you were not enough. Enough to ace a big test. Enough to get that promotion. Enough to be loved in your ugliest moments with your jiggliest bits. It is important to know that we…

Another day, another sayonara to my ego

Ego. Ugh. I despise that word. In many circles, it means the bit of you that gets too big for its britches. The one that boasts, brags or feels entitled. And don’t tell me you don’t have that bit. We all do. We all make asses of ourselves occasionally. Even you, my angel. Ego is…