My (Dynamic) So Called Life

There’s no hiding that shit has gotten real for me over the last few months, but not in a bad way. Divorce has been incredibly hard, but I’m definitely reaping the rewards of my new adventure.

I have a great new place in the city, a full-time job that is not only rewarding, but entertaining as hell (wait for it). Lucas is adjusting well to splitting time between his parents. And last, but not least, Baxter is LOVING being an only dog, again. Sorry, Mr. Bojangles but sometimes creatures get along better when they have a little distance between them.

See what I did there?

Every day is a new experience. This sounds super exciting and it is. However, becoming newly and completely independent can also be exhausting. On days like today I come home after working a twelve-hour shift at the jail and I feel like my autopilot is on autopilot.

Let me drive this point home for you a little more. Last night, I responded to a voicemail that I had already responded to two weeks ago with zero recollection AND last week I responded to an email from a dear, old friend that she sent me in 2015. Don’t ask. My autopilot’s autopilot is unavailable for questions at this time.

I love giving millennials a hard time about well, everything but I’d be remiss if I didn’t take a step back and acknowledge my own flaws as a mid-lifer. You heard me. I just publicly accepted the fact that I’m a mid-lifer. #thestruggleisreal #thoughtsandprayers

Life is challenging whether you’re embarking on your high school graduation and feeling like time has run up on the age old question, “What are you going to be when you grow up?” or you’re adapting to new issues by deciding to just keep the bottle of Tylenol on the bedside table because it saves you a trip to the medicine cabinet. The good new is that we’re ALL super terribly flawed humans who are destined to screw things up from time to time.

However, I will not let my screw ups limit, or define me. My goal is to be remembered not by my accomplishments, but by my recoveries.

Lucas Cub scout

Lucas at Cub Scout Advancement ceremony

Lucas kangaroo

Sunday Fun Day at the Nashville Zoo


Every problem seems small when you’re surrounded by amazing friends.

Luke-isms and Life Changes

I apologize for my absence. Suffice it to say that a lot has transpired since we last talked.

I’m now happily divorced and co-parenting with my ex-husband. Lucas remains our priority and we are both striving very hard to give him what he needs. It hasn’t been all smooth sailing for him, but he is STILL Lucas. Make no mistake.

Just before his Dad came to pick him up this evening Lucas saw a warning on NBC Nightly News regarding romaine lettuce and an E. coli outbreak. My li’l vegetarian showed some concern right away. Then, a little more concern when his Dad arrived.

“Dad! Dad! Oh my gosh! They said not to eat romaine lettuce on the news just now and I at a TON of it last night! Just keep a close eye on me this weekend. The symptoms are asthma and cancer. Mom, I drank that whole bottle of lime juice while you were in the bathroom. I love you. Bye!!”


Lucas sleeping

I feel so at ease when he’s asleep.