I have no idea how many readers this blog has maintained from its original incarnation when it was called.......oh, you know. Go ahead, say it in your head if you know it, but I will abide by the restraining order that mandated that I change the name of this blog and refrain from mentioning its former name as well as you-know-who and you-know-who. Not that I ever mentioned them by name anyway. In fact, I wrote under an alias, Ex-in-the-City.
While my own divorce seems like ancient history most of the time, I still take an interest in the subject of divorce. My own divorce was personally devastating, a scorched earth of the soul that blackened my mental and physical health not to mention my finances. I had loads of support and love from friends and family, but the advice was mostly of the stuff-raw-shimp-into-the-curtain-rods variety (you can google that if you are so inclined.) BTW, I did some pretty weird and distressing stuff, but not that. Divorce advice of the more step-by-step practical variety was in short supply. I wandered all around the Internet, never quite finding what I needed.
All of which is to say, here's a LINK.
AND and ARTICLE.
And now back to our regular programming.
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| love |
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| birds and the beach |
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| Caring for my mom . And since a new caregiver greeted me at the door recently with, "Are you Ethel?" (my 91-year-old mom) Here' a picture of me. I think I've survived pretty nicely. I wish the same for anyone slogging through a divorce and hoping to make it through in one piece. |
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| photo by my talented friend Nomi Wagner. Usually she takes pictures of babies, not babes. Ha. |
