Me: I think I’ve been going on too many dates.

Therapist: Right, addiction is a tough thing to break, that’s why we spend this hour each week talking…What makes you come to this realization?

Me: Well, I said from the beginning this was a numbers game.

Therapist: To a certain extent, yes…we know though that you take this whole plethora of available candidates to the extreme.

Me: Well, last week the girls and I went to Taco Tuesday Girl’s Night Out at our usual bar.

Therapist: Ahh yes, Girl’s Night…don’t you usually invite a potential match.com date?

Me: Yes, I usually invite someone to stop in and meet the girls if I feel he’s got good potential.

Therapist: Ok, so tell me about Taco Tuesday.

Me: So I’d gone to lunch with this guy Patrick and I thought he was a potential for ... Read More »

Everything I’ve ever worked for is gone…

I watched the small white digital numbers switch from 11:59 to 12:00, another new day has arrived that I’m not sure I’m ready to welcome.

Optimism abounds in my life, I find the positive in all the negatives, I don’t dwell on the lows and I bounce back quickly from the blows. I’ve surrounded myself with people whose eyes express love and hope. Today, at 12:01 even those people whisper these words…

Everything I’ve ever worked for is gone.

Day in and day out I offer up words of encouragement having come from the very bottom (after all that’s what the whole novel is about, surviving that fall, not once but twice).

And I realize, I believe my own words each time they escape my mouth. But I’m saddened…I’m saddened to watch one by one as my friends and my family lose it all. A deeper part of me knows that I’m better positioned than ... Read More »

Me:  So, here I am floating on a daisy shaped raft in the pool of a friend’s house, chatting with her in that way two people chat when they are both randomly drifting across the water, soaking up the sun, enjoying life and the weather. So naturally, in this relaxed state of self indulgence the topic of my online dating experiences came up. I mentioned to her as I dipped one toe off the edge of the raft into the chilly water and dribbled the sprinkles across my sun stained legs that it is nearly impossible on a first date to really get to know someone without coming across as prying, or being overly anxious to get to the point. The point being, are you and I really going to make beyond the first ‘online’ date? This means I’ve met up with you at an incredibly public place, where the price point of anything & Read More »

I’ve never been the kind of girl who is the other woman, that is…until now.

No lady ever walks into a relationship and says; sign me up to be the one he runs to. When I first learned the truth my natural reaction was to run, but in the moment where I turned on my heel and spun, I asked myself, am I really ‘the other woman’ or am I ‘the woman?’

What felt like buckets of blood poured out of her body as she clutched her lower abdomen and raced to the bathroom in the early hours of the weekday morning. She spun around before shoving open the bathroom door and saw the trail of black tar behind her. 

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