Letting go of the ‘unletgoable’

Okay, so I just made up that word. I know there’s a real word (unforgivable) that would almost fit, but it just didn’t describe exactly what I’m trying to convey. Just like my daughter’s 2 year old daughter, currently screaming her head off in my presence because she doesn’t want to let go of her […]

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My Husband Slept with a Prostitute (and I pity him)

In some of my softer moments, when I’m feeling extreme empathy and compassion, I actually find myself feeling sorry for my husband. That’s right. I said it. I feel sorry for my husband. I, the betrayed, actually pity the man who – while we were newlyweds – went to an ATM and withdrew money, so […]

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Professions: Selling the body vs. saving the body?

At the risk of sounding bitter, or self-degrading, I am sharing this post to reveal some of the authentic, rawness that intertwined my personal experience with infidelity and my own profession in an “off” moment. This was written a day that I was feeling a particularly high regard of pity for myself after a bad […]

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