The Full Moon Circle

There once were four women, all mothers, who lived high atop a canyon ridge in the Santa Monica mountain range. They lived there a long time before they ever met each other, since each had their lives and their children’s lives to manage and none of them had husbands to help. Their quiet little town…

Prayer of the Single Parent

Give me patience this day give me presence May I seek to do my best, letting go of all the rest and remember to give thanks for it all, even the mess Sometimes there are difficult days. Even when I think I have it all down- “I got this, I’ve acclimated myself to solo parenting”-…

Remember to cherish

Currently, my daughter is shopping for clothing on-line, taking driver’s ed, and signing up for counselor-in-training sessions at her favorite summer camp. Fifteen and fabulous…where has all the time gone? Ten years of single parenthood can feel like thirty, or it can feel like an instant. Like when she trounces out the door to high…

3 Years

Three years. It has been 3 years since my divorce, and what has changed? What has stayed the same? It’s springtime and in addition to cleaning the house, my mind calls for organization, and accounting. There are the big, obvious changes: I’ve got my Master’s degree in psychology now, and a really good job that…

Gypsy Days

Home is where the heart is, but there are days my heart wants to roam. “Gypsy days,” I call them. When home is not so comforting and I feel tethered to the kitchen stove, the laundry basket, the child- that smaller version of me- pulling at my shirtsleeve, pant leg, heart-strings. Life squeezes into a…

Twilight

Parenting solo changes you over time, with new self-discoveries often realized years later. For me, twilight signifies one of those changes. In my youth, there was something sinister about the early evening- that hour just before nightfall when twilight stretches its fingers into the trees, the lawn, the windows and the front door. It used…

Have I gone feral?

After a number of years of nobody asking me out; somebody did. It surprised me. It felt inappropriate. Mainly because he’s been separated from his wife for several years and not divorced, but also because I met his not-yet ex-wife at about the same time I met him. I liked her far more than I…