Thanksgiving is only two days away.
This year is my "other" year. As in I'm divorced and my kids are with their dad this year.
And sure, I'll miss them on Thursday. I'll even miss them Friday through Monday.
But that's okay.
Today is my seventh wedding anniversary.
Of my second marriage.
Which is also my last marriage.
So this past Saturday, my husband and I drove 30 minutes south to the island of Palm Beach to mark the occasion by spending a night at the beautiful Brazilian Court Hotel.
We had been to the Brazilian Court before, spending a night...
I'm always writing something in my head.
Composing a blog post. Or planning the next chapter in my yet to be started memoir. Or even a virtual to-do list.
Whether I'm waiting in line to pick up a kid.
Trying to fall back asleep in the middle of the night.
Folding my tenth load of laundry for the weekend.
I knew this week was going to be a crazy one.
I'm working on a new project or two. The first quarter of school is coming to a close for my kids.
And I was driving down to Miami with my daughter to go to a concert. One that she was really excited for. The Cud Life...
I’ve been thinking a lot about that post I wrote last week.
Don’t Stare At My Daughter.
I got a lot of feedback on it. Mostly women with daughters who were feeling the same way that I did.
Disgusted. Concerned. And powerless.
I went to the mall yesterday with my two kids. My giant 16 year-old son and his sister, my petite 14 year-old daughter.
We had just walked through the doors, and were on our way to one of those smelly teen emporiums to return a shirt, when I noticed these two men staring at us. ...