This blog was born.
This past year has been the hardest for me to keep it up. My girls are older, and there are less details I can share to keep from exploiting them.
Our lives are also a lot less dramatic these days. When they asked the other day, I told them their dad would probably be in jail for about a year, and their reaction was, "okay." No more trips to the therapist, no anger or sadness; just okay.
While I think it's important to share our victories here, to be an example of a thriving single parent family, there are some posts that I can't even post for fear of sounding nauseatingly happy and well-adjusted. I mean, really, how interesting is that?
I hope you'll bear with me as I navigate this new world of parenting a high schooler, of figuring out what I'm going to do next, and hoping that there are less personal dramas in our future.
In the meantime, I've had my first opening weekend in about 15 years. If you're in the area and are so inclined, consider seeing Footloose the Musical. I have a small role (glorified Ensemble, really) in this amazing cast. The experience thus far has been thrilling, terrifying, and a combination of feeling like I'm doing something I've never done before, and coming back home. I'm still processing, still experiencing, and maybe by the end of it, I'll have an idea of what it means to be back on a stage again.
And I'll continue to come home to this blog. I remain grateful for your continued support.