Bathrooms Where I Have Cried

I recently found some personal journals. They took me back to places I needed to go; to places that weren’t completely comfortable to visit but enlightening nonetheless. Two years ago, I left my twelve year, international marriage to a United Nations diplomat from Afghanistan. (I say international because we lived in various countries and dealt […]

A Year Out

I left my marriage a year ago this month. I thought I ‘d have everything figured out by now. Yet here I am, having to discard what I thought I knew about myself. It is funny who notices what a year can do. For example, my 10-year-old son made a comment in the car on […]