Two truths and a lie
1. I send out 50+ holiday cards religiously the day after Thanksgiving, with special “Joy” stamps in every right-hand corner. 2. Whenever I get holiday photo cards from friends, I rip them open ASAP and stick those super cute kid photos to my fridge. I love ‘em! 3. Cardstore.com is giving away $100 gift certificates to TWO of you so you can order your holiday cards. So, can you guess which one is the LIE?* For those of you DO manage to get your cards out so that they

More straight talk because the holidays are coming
When a blogger writes that kind of raw, vulnerable, here-I-am kind of post, you can’t help but stop what you’re doing and read on. A couple of single parent bloggers have written like this recently about one particular subject: alcohol. Maybe these posts have struck me deeply because I’ve started to write more openly about my own history with alcoholism. These bloggers’ honesty makes me want to spread some empathy around. Will you join me?

Describing a nightmare can make it dissolve
Thank you all SO much for your virtual hugs this week. I really needed them, and I can’t tell you how much your words mean to me. I’ve spent the past few days facing my fears and doubts. When I’m vulnerable, I really do get angry. Oh, man, do I. I’m trying to channel all that angst into something positive. I’ve written letters and talked to the cops. I’ve stopped people on my street to talk and joined my local Neighbor

To the guys who robbed my home yesterday
How long were you desperate @%*& heads scoping out my place before you hit it? All I know is: you planned to bust in just I’d left to start an editing job for a new client. You came inside at broad daylight — and it figures that you went for my Mac Book first. (Fortunately, it was password-protected. Everyone — do that now.) But why the hell did you take my kid’s clunky six-year-old laptop? You couldn’t even give that thing away. What were you thinking? (I know the answer to that.) You threw every article of clothing I own onto my floor, in search of cash. You found none. But hereR

Single on Thanksgiving?
If you’ve been reading my blog for a while, then you know that I officially became a single mom on Thanksgiving. Looking back, I should have seen the signs. He was drinking more – and we weren’t sleeping together. Just before Thanksgiving, he’d told me he wouldn’t be coming with us to my Aunt Marge’s home, where we’d planned to spend the holiday. Instead, he wanted to stay in New York with his sisters for the holiday, something he hadn’t done for more than a decade. He was prob