Giving the kids something to talk about in therapy.
At the beginning of the year, I wrote a blog article on why I let my daughter move out. She had been hounding me for months, trying to get me to agree that she could move in with her father who lived four hours away. I refused at first. I was the one providing for... Continue Reading →
I know I already wrote about this. In fact, she has already moved. But after much thought, I decided to also write a newspaper article about what's going on in our home. I figure plenty of divorced families are going through the same thing as their child decides which parent to live with full time. ... Continue Reading →
This week has been blissfully free of children. Blissful, I tell you. We've hardly done anything special. In fact, most of it has been spent on the couch watching TV, or sitting side by side as we read our separate books, or even just doing nothing with no noise whatsoever. I think that's our favorite. ... Continue Reading →
DQ leaves tomorrow for her dad's. I've distanced myself from this reality, treating it like one long vacation. And for the most part, I've been blissful in my little world of denial. She's been busy packing up her room, taking over the washer machine and boxing up anything she thinks will fit into my car... Continue Reading →
'Letting our children go' is a lifelong process for parents, one that we wrestle with again and again, and each parent has to wrestle with it in his or her own way. -- Mister Rogers My daughter is moving away. It’s weird typing those words. I always knew there would be a day I would... Continue Reading →
The whole family went out to dinner last night, including my parents and uncle. The celebration behind the occasion was to get together before my dad went on a cross country excursion, and my kids left for another 10 days at their dad’s house. So we all met up at La Vera’s restaurant in Santa... Continue Reading →
This article publishes in the Press Democrat on August 10th. The kids are visiting their dad this week. As a result, the house is strangely quiet. The TV, which is usually blaring with bright pictures and loud voices from attention seeking sitcoms, has been off for days. And the Internet speed is curiously faster without... Continue Reading →
A mom was lamenting to me about her 13 year old son. He used to be such a nice kid – totally respectable and responsible, and extremely trustworthy. But things changed in the last year. His parents got divorced, surely a huge shock to his world. And with the divorce came a lot of changes.... Continue Reading →
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