In the past 8 months, I have been to three weddings. All three were beautifully celebrated with so much love and happiness filling the air, good conversation, dancing, and vows that always made the tears well up in our eyes. All three also had something else in common: My other half was missing. While subbing… Continue reading 3 Weddings
In the very slow and quiet moments, it really hits me. I have been so overwhelmed and constantly moving lately that it just settled at the surface. I only feel traces, like a thin film at a superficial layer as the days pass. But while in NYC, my favorite city, Noah Gunderson swooning in my… Continue reading In the Still Moments
“The hardest part of saying goodbye is having to do it again every single day. Everyday we face the same truth, the fact that life is fleeting. That our time here is short.” – OTH It’s as if I am stuck in a time warp, some twilight zone or awakening from a 2 year coma.… Continue reading Empty Nest
There has been a lot on my heart and mind, weighing it down like a boulder tied to a drowning woman’s ankles. No matter how hard you paddle, the weight is still there. You try so hard to let it go, and some days you think you’ve tackled it, figured it out, and yet the… Continue reading The Scars Beneath
Something happened this weekend that crushed me. It opened a very recent wound and made me question just how cruel the universe can be. Or maybe it had nothing to do with the universe and everything to do with my consistent affinity towards metaphors found in our everyday lives; my life’s sardonic allegory. I have taken up… Continue reading Digging Up The Past
It’s been exactly one week since my divorce. It still doesn’t feel real. I had a heinous week at school and today, for some reason, I had a lot of children slip up and call me Mrs. Wren. I try not to get upset at them since that’s what I asked them to call me the… Continue reading Faceless Room
It is official. I am now a first wife. I don’t like the word ex-wife nor the word ex-husband, really. Both sound so harsh, like getting sliced in a guillotine. My head is still intact. My heart is debatable. I am too young to be a first wife. Just writing the word ex is unsettling. The divorce… Continue reading First Wives Club
