Saturday’s Song: Blow Me One Last Kiss

Lately, when seeking through radio stations in the car, I’ve often landed on a segment of today’s song. Earlier this week, I heard the line, “there’s nothing to grasp, so I let go” and I decided to whip out my phone and use the Shazam app to ID the title and artist. I should’ve recognized P!nk’s voice and her *voice*.

Have a great weekend, everyone! And here’s to those of you who are walking away from a bad situation….

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Saturday’s Song: Is There Life Out There?

Yesterday I received a message from a reader, thanking me for the post I published on Thursday. She recently embarked on her own marital separation and, in her reflection, she found many of the same things to be true for herself. She also mentioned that Reba McEntire’s song Is There Life Out There really speaks to her these days. I replied and said that I could fill a Divorce Mixed Tape (showing my age?) with Reba Songs.

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My Book Is Born: Meet The D-Word

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.

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