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Lessons From the End of a Marriage

A “How to Thrive” Guide After Divorce

The Garden

In my old life I had a garden. When we first moved into our home, the 1 acre yard was a motley medley of scraggly grass and tenacious weeds; too wet to mow and too shady for grass to thrive.  It was a blank canvas.  Slowly, I began to paint, using the medium of smallContinue reading “The Garden”

Learning to Breathe

I’ve never been very good at breathing.  My childhood was spent with perpetual croup, the seal-barking cough echoing through the house at all hours.  Eventually, I was diagnosed with asthma, my lungs plied with drugs that were supposed to encourage them to relax.  Regardless of the dosages and names of the medications, I always failedContinue reading “Learning to Breathe”

The Garden

In my old life I had a garden. When we first moved into our home, the 1 acre yard was a motley medley of scraggly grass and tenacious weeds; too wet to mow and too shady for grass to thrive.  It was a blank canvas.  Slowly, I began to paint, using the medium of smallContinue reading “The Garden”

Learning to Breathe

I’ve never been very good at breathing.  My childhood was spent with perpetual croup, the seal-barking cough echoing through the house at all hours.  Eventually, I was diagnosed with asthma, my lungs plied with drugs that were supposed to encourage them to relax.  Regardless of the dosages and names of the medications, I always failedContinue reading “Learning to Breathe”

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