Month: March 2012

The Turning Point – Part II

Read Part I here. After the St. Martin incident, 9 months passed, and I never saw my husband pick up a drink.  I didn’t ask him to give up alcohol – it was his choice.  Neither of us talked about it, but I figured he was proving to himself that he didn’t have to drink. Then a family friend showed up for a visit … Read More The Turning Point – Part II

Playing with the Boys

When I was a young girl, I remember lying awake at night in my bed, going over the day’s events in my mind and counting the number of “good” and “bad” things that happened.  Then I would decide if I felt happy or upset.  It seems so silly, but I guess I do that unconsciously as an adult, too.  I wasn’t thrilled about my … Read More Playing with the Boys

The Turning Point – Part I

A couple of weeks ago in yoga class, I was flat on my back for shavasana, and my mind wandered to a traumatic event in my marriage.  I found myself crying there on the mat as I breathed through the memory.  I suddenly realized with great certainty that my marriage did not end because of Mr. N/A’s infidelities.  It was the summer of 2003, … Read More The Turning Point – Part I

Something Old, Something New

I’ve got ants in my pants.  You know that feeling you get when the days get longer and the sun casts shadows that make your living room look completely different?  When the weather warms up and the whole neighborhood is outside – and smiling?  When the sound of lawnmowers after dinner comforts you?  When you feel like something huge – something truly wonderful – … Read More Something Old, Something New

Just Drop It

All right.  That’s it.  No more excuses.  I am getting into fighting shape.  I’m dropping all my fears right here, right now, and I’m going for it.  What’s the worst that could happen?  I’d rather obsess about sex than whine about my weight. By the time my next marathon rolls around, I have the potential to carry one less gallon of milk for those … Read More Just Drop It

Revival of the Fittest

Spring has exploded all over central NJ like a pent-up orgasm, fertilizing the local landscape and creating new life everywhere you look.  Last week’s barren tree branches are now laden with soft, heavy blooms in shades of pink and white.  My darling forsythia has overtaken the I-295 corridor, and daffodils echo the bright yellow color along the ground in clumps. That which appears dead … Read More Revival of the Fittest

I’m a Good Girl