After my dad moved out, I prided myself on being the new “Man Of The House”. I quickly learned a little bit about all the tools we had lying around and I started keeping the hammer in my bedroom so that I was assured the honor of being the one to use it should the need arise.Continue reading
I’ve read that men typically recouple first in the aftermath of a divorce. That was true in my case, after my parents split up…
My dad was the one who told me about his girlfriend, after I answered the phone and heard a strange female voice asking for him. I remember feeling slightly shocked by the news. It was only a month or two after my dad moved out and I was still adjusting to the new living arrangements. I didn’t expect my parents to start dating so quickly. I’m not sure if I expected them to start dating at all.Continue reading
A few times over the past couple years, I’ve let it slip around these circles that I wrote a book. It started on an unsuspecting day in July 2010. Suddenly, there were words in my head that begged to be set free, and so I started typing. For the next few months I sat at the keyboard and allowed the text to pour from my fingertips. When I was finished, I’d written the story of a divorce from the perspective of a twelve-year-old girl named Gina (I posted an excerpt from her diary earlier this week).
At first, I thought I was writing for young adults in Gina’s situation. It was several pages— possibly several days— before I realized that, more than anything, I wanted adults to read Gina’s story.Continue reading
I’ll tell you more about Gina soon. For now, I’d like to focus on her problem. I only recall a handful of times when I was awakened in the night by my parents’ arguments, but that was enough. I remember the irritation, the stress (sometimes it lasted for days afterward), the curiosity… I remember being wide awake after the fight was over and feeling like I’d never get back to sleep. There were times when I wanted to get up and make a trip to the bathroom or to the kitchen for a drink, yet I was afraid to move from my bed because I didn’t want my mom and dad to know I hadn’t slept through their turmoil.Continue reading
Until a few months ago, I was under the impression that money was all about math. I thought personal budgets were the employment of simple equations, stocks were graphs, risks were variables, etc. I suppose, in the purest sense, I may have been correct. However, when considering the way money functions in our lives, I was way wrong.Continue reading