At age 48, in the throes of a divorce, I’m figuring out who I am.
What I like to do.
After not investing one iota in myself for the last 20 years. 448 more words
This year has been the worst year of my life, one punctuated with little joy. Separating from my husband of 20 years has been personally devastating, and I’ve had to deal with the shame associated with the end of a failed relationship, not to mention the pain of knowing how much the dissolution of our marriage has hurt so many people that I care about. 573 more words
Shopping for clothes is fun! Said no teenage boy. Ever.
Well, maybe some teenage boys like to shop, but I didn’t get one of those. 511 more words