Maybe you’ve noticed or maybe you haven’t, but the daughter and I have moved around a lot these last few years. It’s happening again; our fifth move in three years and I’m terribly conflicted. Part of my really really really wants to go back to Portland, to the city I know and love with restaurants …
Five years ago my two kids and I moved in with Jennifer and her son. Somehow it work and worked well. Audrey and I moved out last fall when we had the opportunity, but Stuart stayed on. It wasn’t until a couple years ago that anyone seemed to take notice of the arrangement. First, we …
It was supposed to be a birthday trip, but funds were too tight in November to make it happen, so we waited until we could do it right. With only a few days notice, we decided to go last weekend for weekend trip. We caught the bus early to head to the train station downtown …
The kids and I spent Monday afternoon trying to take care of all the necessary parts of photographing the cover for Phở for Three. I’ve had various ideas floating around for a while, all revolving around eating phở at the open market in Thanh Hoa. It was just across the street from Hong Duc University …
I mentioned the long-lasting effects of divorce, then got this in the mail. It’s the child support balance after nearly thirteen years. I guess I can be slightly relieved that his child support debt is bigger than my school loans debt. And no children went hungry because of mine. Those school loans were, in fact, …
I’ve been working diligently on the second draft of the memoir project for months now, finally getting a grip on what I want it to do, how I want my story to come across. It’s an awful lot of work, let me tell you. This revamp of Chapter One has taken me weeks. I re-wrote …
They say time flies, but sometimes in life it slogs along in slow motion. That’s what it seems like right now, except for this: my kids aren’t so childlike anymore. My son just finished his freshman year of college; my daughter will be in high school this fall. And in circle-of-life style, she will be …
Really it’s articles like this one from the Washington Post that serve to remind me why I find dating as a single mother such a scary proposition: Vitasek [the 47-year-old child molester] often targeted financially struggling single mothers, helping them with material items and showering their sons with gifts and attention, authorities said. Yes, I’ll …
Nearly two years after we’d started dating, it has come to an end. The split had taken me by surprise and I’m still trying to pull my heart back together two months later. It’s taken a toll on me and my moxie, and the Universe seems to know it. Unpacking more boxes this past week, …
I used to see the headlines on the women’s mags at the grocery and never could understand what difference it really made if it was a weeknight or a weekend dinner. Crazy publishers had something of the sort on every cover. They still do, but now I get it. I understand how moms don’t want …
