Wendy's Excellent Adventure

"Maybe you don't really want to be with someone." I was talking to a friend of mine about my recent dating foibles, and this...

After all of the sadness and gloom, let's talk about something happy, shall we? My house is a shit show. Two Czech guys named Mi...

So many cards were stacked against her. Depression ran in her family, and it affected her.  While she was bubbly and funny and interesting...

I think my daughter is better at this shit than I am. The other night I was in the bathroom with her while she took a shower.  She and I w...

The process feels so familiar that it's almost seamless, like stepping back into a room that I only just left a few minutes before.  I w...

Bad luck, I guess. It floats around. It's got to land on somebody. It was my turn, that's all. I was in the path of the tornado. I ...

My dad was always big on photographing the family - my parents have dozens of photo albums at their house, chronicling their (and our) ...

We are here to ruin ourselves and to break our hearts and love the wrong people and die . The storybooks are bullshit . Now I want you to c...

After a short period of wallowing, I have jumped back into the world of online dating.  I have a number of single friends who do it but hate...

Yesterday I got a text message from the kids' dad, telling me that they had been on their way to the mountains to ski, but that in the b...

In college, my general rule of thumb when it came to alcohol consumption was that I had about a four to five hour window - if I started dr...

When I was growing up, my grandparents were people I saw once or twice a year, at most.  Meaning that for my parents, their parents were peo...

In every direction, it's whitish grey and the visibility is limited - clouds plus blowing snow from the wind.  The lift ends above the t...

This is how I know that, in whatever psychic form it takes, the Universe has a sense of humor. Because my "I'm licking my romanti...

It is the dilemma of writing a public blog that sometimes the thing I want to write about is the thing I need to be careful writing about, e...

I had a couple of hours free this afternoon while the kids were at a friend's house, so after making an effort to deal with the seemingl...

Yesterday when I picked up the kids from their after-school program, Josie announced, "Mama, I have a new boyfriend." She has...

When I lie awake in the middle of the night or early morning, I often feel like my brain is buzzing.  I can't turn it off. I have a te...

So, yeah.   Yesterday . Shitty day. I did a lot of weepy crying (as opposed to ugly crying ), much of it sitting in my office at work.  ...

I've written quite a bit about my sense of what home is , or rather, my difficulty with the concept of home as a particular place .  I...