I can’t think of a better way to introduce myself than to tell you what I’m wearing, the last ten songs I listened to on Spotify, what I had for dinner tonight, and what I did right before I ate that delectable dinner.
Last night I spent three hours sitting in a lawn chair, drinking sparkling water, talking to a woman, a wife, and a mother of three going through some shit.
I find myself embarrassed for her professionally diagnosed narcissistic personality disordered ex-husband to divulge any part of the story she spent three hours straight spilling her guts over. But let me say, clearly, she made the right choice for her and her children.
She’s making it through each day, one hour at a time.
If she can do it, so can I.
And so can you, one step at a time…
I’m grasping at straws here, guys — on so many levels. If I don’t start laughing soon, I will start crying. Hence, my subtitle and being two months overdue on this Age of Empathy prompt. Nevertheless, here are three beliefs I claimed to be true in the month of February (with massive conviction if I do say so myself).
It’s a cheesy cliche and too far-fetched for me to fathom five years ago. Five years ago, I was thirty-three and a stay-at-home parent with a seven and three-year-old in tow. And if I’m honest, I thought I would spend the…
I don’t know how the hell this happened — but it did. I received an email this morning with the subject line, ‘Your Writing Has Found A Large Audience!’
I figured it was spam and prepared to move along with my day.
Then I checked YouTube.
I was tickled pink to hear someone with 100K subscribers speak my written words! The exposure feels surreal and scary as hell.
But I digress. Here’s my response to that video.
I am not writing you to argue, defend, or convince.
Everyone is entitled to their opinion and their perception…
My baby girl is asleep next to me for the third night in a row.
Another sleepless night where she wanders into my room seeking comfort.
Sometimes, I don’t understand how someone so cruel, who caused me so much pain, could be half responsible for making this beautiful, sweet, kind, empathetic innocent little girl lying in bed next to me.
I’m so angry I could cry — if I had any tears left.
My heart hurts, and my body shakes with frustration. …
“When you can’t find the light
That guides you through a cloudy day
When the stars ain’t shinin’ bright
And you feel like you’ve lost your way
When the candle lights of home
Burn so very far away
Well you got to let your soul shine
Just like my daddy used to say.”
Christmas 2020 was the first big holiday where I had to share custody of my kids since the divorce.
It was wretched.
But I’m a stellar mom, so I did what I do best and made the best of it.
December 25th also happened to be the…
“You know what it takes for a star to fucking shine? A shitload of darkness.” — Led By Heart
I enrolled in a Medical training program today. I am going back to school at thirty-seven, and I am pretty damn proud of that if you can’t tell.
It’s a bit absurd how things work out sometimes. Without complete upheaval of my life as I knew it, not only would nothing have changed, I have a sneaking suspicion they would have gotten worse. …
Sweet and sour lemonade
Cold chlorinated ecstasy, mm-hmm.
Thank you for your love and support. ❤
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Divina Grey is a ferocious woman and mother rebuilding her life one article at a time. She likes long walks on the beach, singing and playing her guitar, an electrifying workout, and a cup of coffee so decadent she can feel the frothiness in her bones. …
I haven’t published a story in almost two weeks.
I’m jonesin’ for a quick hit.
Over Winter break, I was able to put my (ten-pound) Medical Assisting book and stethoscope away and focus on my kids and my writing.
It was glorious.
But like all good things, they must come to an end.
Perhaps this title should read, I Miss You and I’m Sorry instead.
A perfect January day for me would consist of two cups of frothy to-die-for coffee, a terribly-painful-hurts-so-good workout, a steaming-hot shower, and absolute peace and quiet for the next sixteen hours while I write to…
I love Love, playing my guitar, rebuilding my life one article at a time, and drinking coffee in my underwear! Thank you for your love and support!❤