The State of Legal Writing Today

The documents from my divorce were on my doorstep when I awoke this morning. Sent by my attorney, they now reside in the garage of my new house, part of the jumbled mess of my recent move.
That's them on the left looming over Homer's Iliad and Odyssey. Odysseus’s adventures in the Odyssey alone spanned ten years. He was held as a sex slave by a witch goddess, battled  to escape a one-eyed man-eating giant, suffered relentless temptation by the deadly Sirens, journeyed to Hades and back, and fought a terrifying sea monster. It's a helluva read.


My divorce lasted almost five years and was its own kind of hell. But c'mon. How about some editing?

The Trip: mine not his

I'm not in Greece anymore. But I was there for 22 days.  Why the  big trip?  I figured since my husband was getting the 34-year-old bride, the big wedding and the honeymoon, I should treat myself to my own adventure.  Why Greece? It was all in the timing.  I wanted to go alone, but with a hiking group, so I selected a trip from the group's catalogue in sync with the date of my husband's wedding and honeymoon. As he was promising his new love the same things he'd once promised me, I wanted to be on a separate continent, in a different time zone, and in a new state of mind.  I didn't care where I went, but there were two hikes that covered the needed time span....so I signed up for both of them.  Hence Greece. The destination appealed to me.  I felt like a traveler lost at sea so I would pack my new copy of The Odyssey and get out of town.