A commenter on my last post said she was disappointed that I’d referred to my father and stepmother’s kids as “their kids” instead of “my siblings.” Oh dear. I get hopelessly tangled in semantics whenever I try to describe my family. The fact is, I don’t distinguish between full and half and step siblings in MORE »
So I’m back, and my children have turned into utter cretins. I exaggerate, but just a little. Ten days apart has made us a bit strange with each other. In my case, this strangeness manifests as a constant urge to hug and kiss them against their wills, to play actual games involving cards and boards MORE »
I’m going somewhere. See if you can guess where? (Hint: if you can’t tell by the books, all is revealed on my other blog.) I’m massively excited. Long ago, when I was a fresh-faced college student, I spent a semester in this particular city, and I haven’t been back since. My kids, as I said, MORE »
When we split up, my ex-husband had never flown alone with the kids. He had never taken either one of them to the doctor or the ER unless I was there too. He had never taken them away overnight anywhere without me, unless his mother/brother/other relatives were also there. He’d stayed HOME with them overnight, MORE »
On Sunday night, the phone rang. “We’re at Gymnex,” my ex-husband said. This is a well frequented workout venue as well as a hospital, though the hospital has a different name. “And they said he probably doesn’t need stitches after all, but we’re still waiting to hear from the doctor.” Wait, I said. I must MORE »
…the rooms hadn’t been emptied so much as they’d been manhandled into a patchier version of themselves. The sofa and dining tables and the better armchairs still in place, it was smaller items–desk lamps, cheap bookshelves, a butcher board chopping block–that would suddenly reveal themselves as not there. You’d try to set down a glass MORE »
DWK describes splitting up the marital assets after separating
I was away for a week, with no internet (well, two seconds every day on line just to make sure my children were still alive) and no telephone and boy, it was wonderful. I got back late last night. Yesterday morning I was in Honduras, and then last night I was in bed in my MORE »
DWK and her husband flunk mediation and ponder DIY divorce.
DWK and her husband fail mediation.
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