“Mom! You Look Just Like a…”

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I write an awful lot about the years when I first got divorced. Not because those years haunt me; not because the painful bits are seared into my memory Continue reading ““Mom! You Look Just Like a…””

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Second Chance

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It was a lovely summer day; the perfect day for a wedding, or in this case, a second wedding. The bride and the groom Continue reading “Second Chance”

When Jealousy Rears Its Ugly Head

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I am not a particularly jealous person. I use the word ‘particularly’ because of course, there are some things that give me an occasional twinge. Continue reading “When Jealousy Rears Its Ugly Head”

On Feminism, True Love and Happily Ever After

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I was recently invited by a fellow blogger, PATRICK STORIES, to give my opinions on feminism. I am blessed to live in a society – and to be in a marriage – where I do not often have to give the matter all that much thought. Still, PATRICK STORIES writes with such passion on the subject that I decided to give the topic a ‘go’. I do hope you check out his blog…

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When I was aged 15 or so, my best friend told me that my expectations of love were unrealistic. Continue reading “On Feminism, True Love and Happily Ever After”

Mindset Can Change Everything

fridgeI recall feeling so very sorry for myself in the months after my divorce. I lost my job at the same time as my ex left: funding for a contract that had been renewed over a number of years suddenly dried up and I found myself in the terrifying position of being an unemployed single-parent. Continue reading “Mindset Can Change Everything”

I’ve Got This…

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The year I got divorced from my first marriage was a bad one for me. My children were very young – just three and five – and just as my ex was leaving, I lost my job. Continue reading “I’ve Got This…”

Lucky-Lou

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DSC_0261Photos of Lucky: Stephen Kenny (my brother-in-law)

The years after my divorce were pivotal ones for me. I came out of my shell and into my own. It’s not really that I learned to stand on my own two feet, so much as I learned that I had always been able to take care of myself. Continue reading “Lucky-Lou”