Thank You

My favorite thing to do the day after Thanksgiving  - which is my favorite holiday EVER - is to clean the house, decorate with lights, break out the holiday music and write out holiday cards. (Yes, "holiday" cards - Christmas, Solstice, Hanukkah - whatever people choose to celebrate this time of year, I honor.) Somehow, this little post-Thanksgiving ritual sets the whole winter holiday mood for me and has for the last 20 years.

Truth

As we've finalized the details of separation and sorted through who did what to whom, one thing has become crystal clear to me. The truth of what happened is actually not black and white when made up of feelings. It is much more than a simple "this happened, then this happened".

Food and Memory Lane

My Kentucky-bred step-mother had a thing for White Castle. When we visited family in Southern Indiana, on the way home, she'd stop at the last White Castle outpost (Kokomo) and get 50 sliders. They went in a cooler, and then the freezer when we got home. They were future Saturday night treats.

Gone Baby Gone

The Herd is missing "Molly, no!". She went to live with the ex. He needed comfort, and I knew she'd do fine as an only cat. 

Love Landscape

At the moment, life seems a little unreal. It's certainly not what I planned and not what I wanted. But my choices were not the only ones that created this life. What I did choose is who I brought into my life; unfortunately those choices limited who else was in my life. It changed my love landscape.