I recently had the pleasure of reading Ennis Pepper’s In Defense of Divorce: Why a Marriage Should Never Be Saved at the Expense of a Life. What I discovered was a series of thoughtful arguments to challenge the traditional Christian doctrine that says “divorce is forbidden.”
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Love Who You Want (Unless It’s The Ex?)
My Facebook Feed turned red this week, and for good reason. I was happy to see so many of my friends show support for marriage equality by changing their avatars to various renditions of the HRC logo. Among the textual blurbs: “love is never wrong”,” anger leads to hate, hate leads to The Dark Side” and my personal favorite, “dogs don’t discriminate, neither should humans.” These are all wonderful messages, and it fills me with joy to see so much support of equal rights for all who want to get married (and, if necessary, divorced).
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This guest post comes from Jackie Pilossoph. I “met” Jackie last week (in the Twitterverse) and quickly fell in love with her blog, Divorced Girl Smiling. I knew immediately that hers was the kind of post-divorce story I want others to know about. Enjoy!
Continue readingStories Influence Circumstances
Tonight, I mentioned to my chiropractor that I often slouch. He told me to stop saying that. It was yet another reminder of how much we are affected by the stories we tell. Perhaps I won’t slouch so much if I stop describing myself that way.
I wrote about this topic in my last post, and I think it’s worth expounding upon: Our circumstances are the products of the stories we tell ourselves. We can alter or reinforce our feelings with these stories. And yet, how often do we check in with those tales to verify their validity and make a determination about whether or not a particular story is appropriate for where we want to go in life?
Continue readingThe Stories of Our Lives
Once upon a time, there lived a couple named Jack and Janice. Jack and Janice were both well-educated individuals with high-paying jobs. They lived in a beautiful home they built themselves, nestled in the woods and surrounded by hiking trails they’d cut with their own tools.
After eight years of marriage, Jack made friends with a younger woman at the gym.
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