“Hope is a beggar.”

Sometimes there is not enough chocolate in the shake to right the wrongs of the world. I curse myself for not having any chips in the house and where the hell did I stash the Nutella? Currently, my tastebuds must tolerate freezer burnt Tin Roof Sundae. I am a shitty mom. There…I said it. Not…

Kindness is best served with crow

Cue the music stylings of the band Fun to play in the background of my musings…. It surprises me how my ex-husband’s “song” with his girlfriend somehow can serve as an anthem to the progress I have made in healing from divorce. I elected to “not sink like a stone” despite the numbers reflected on…

Lift Less Weight

When you get divorced you learn to change the paradigm of your former life. Your narrative drastically changes from the nostalgic “white house, picket fence, two kids and a dog” fantasy to dreaming of days when massive debt magically disappears and drinking wine in a bubble bath on  Tuesday seems plausible. You live life in…

Real life is…

This is real life… “Stop making me crazy and do what you need to do please.” “Don’t tell me what to do Miss!” “I’m not fighting with you. “ (Yet, here we are arguing). “I’m not your mother and I refuse to be yelled at like I am.” “I know you are not my mother.…

The breath is the voice of our soul

Salutations! My name is Jessica and I happily, tirelessly, as well as bravely raise my almost-two-year-old son alone. When asked to share about myself I felt a twinge of discomfort; I cannot stand this question during interviews. I cannot capture who I am in a small paragraph, but I hope to show you over time. I never…