It’s been a hard week. Rob was traveling, Scarlett was finishing kindergarten, and I have just been trying to manage all of the moving parts of our lives—not so successfully. Every two weeks I meet with a social worker, and today I told her that I felt like writing an angry blog. “I wouldn’t want to post it, though,” I said.
“Well,” she began thoughtfully. “Couldn’t you write it, and just not post it?”
There was a time in my life when I wrote many things that were never intended for public consumption, but now that it is so difficult to get words on the page, I don’t want to waste my energy dictating and correcting something only to delete it. So instead, I’ll share some things that I’m uncomfortable sharing, since I took the time to write them down. Read More>