Category Archives: The Divorced Life

Today I Am Happy

Being a lifelong pessimist, it’s my default to view life negatively. The feeling of happiness was always determined by my circumstances. I felt happy when I bought a new pair of shoes. And that happiness only lasted until I decided I wanted something else. I was happy when I got a good grade. I was… Read More


Lost

“Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves.” Henry David Thoreau Being directionally challenged, I’ve been lost quite a bit in my life. Even with two GPS systems, my iPhone map, a MapQuest app, and OnStar, I still constantly find myself getting on the wrong freeways, turning one street too early, being… Read More


Time For A Break…

My Facebook Status on January 3rd, 2011: “2011, I’m not sure about you…“ Internet, it’s been an interesting year. I came into this year a little dubious, but I’m leaving it stronger than ever before. I need time to process it all, regroup, refocus and start 2012 solid with purpose. So I’m taking a little… Read More


blessed.

How can it be Thanksgiving already??! The last year has flown by and though 2011 has been NOTHING like I’ve anticipated or expected, I am THANKFUL for where it has brought me — through the deep valleys and painful life lessons. I’ve come out on the other side a different person, a stronger person with… Read More


seven

“Remember 7.” That’s what she used to say when asked when her birthday was. And I was okay with her saying it forever, but somewhere down the line, she learned that her birthday was actually “November 7th.” She started talking when she was about one and a half and has never stopped. When she grows… Read More


Adventures With The Kidlet ~ Tanaka Farms

It’s 10 am on a Wednesday and I am enjoying the sounds of the rain from my bed, in my pajamas. My six-year-old is cutting paper dolls of people from the Byzantine Empire. She is also in her pajamas and she every so often stops what she’s doing and cuddles me. This is why I… Read More


Proud To Be An American

As any typical three year old, I don’t remember much about the early early years of my life. What I do know is passed down through pictures, stories told laughingly, nostalgically over holidays, and bits and pieces of memory that seem to be fragments of dreams in a detached state, not quite a memory that… Read More


My Heritage: All the Grandparents

I raced home from the bus stop after school one day as I always did. Excited that it was Monday, the only day my parents closed the restaurant so they could rest and drive to Los Angeles to buy supplies. It was a minimum day AND I had no homework. I had grand plans with… Read More