One year and two days after I left my ex-husband, I sat in a Minneapolis real estate office signing stacks of documents with Josh, my long-time friend turned delightful someone more. Everything had fallen into place, and after our purchase was official, we met up with our parents and Josh’s grandma at our new house. [...]
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I turned thirty on a glorious spring day—the kind where one should really sit in the grass barefoot with a good book, watching puffy clouds cruise by. Alas, I had a desk job, so no dallying in the sun for me, but my spirits were high nonetheless. To celebrate my big three-o, I gathered with [...] Over the holidays, I got to know the “Picnic League,” Josh’s friends from high school who’d been known to enjoy cold beers and a nice summer spread near the Minneapolis lakes. Five of the guys had been friends since they were grubby little boys, and over the years, they’d pulled in [...] After a long day of work—oh, and getting divorced—I walked into Julie and Jodi’s house entirely spent. Spent and humbled. Make that spent, humbled, and relieved. But, I soon realized that I had come to the perfect place to let my roller-coaster feelings come to a complete stop. I was greeted at the door by [...] After my parents and I swept the floors and took out the trash, we bid adieu to the rental house I had shared with my soon-to-be-ex-husband. Mom, Dad, and Tucker headed west for Minnesota, leaving me in Illinois to wrap up loose ends. My divorce hearing would be held at the county courthouse the next [...] The day after my nephew was born, I hit the road for Illinois bright and early, parents and pup in tow. It was Friday morning, and we had 48 hours to orchestrate a highly profitable garage sale, box up all my worldly belongings, clean the shit out of the house, and pack up a U-Haul [...] The dangers of small towns are many. For example, it’s nearly impossible to maintain any sense of anonymity during a life crisis. And, the effect is compounded if the small-town girl stayed in the small town to attend one of its two small colleges. A simple trip to the bank has the potential to bring [...] It was the beginning of September, and I’d been hiding out at my parents’ house for a couple of weeks, only venturing out for attempts at running. I say “attempts” because I would put on running clothes, get Tucker on his leash, and leave with admirable intentions, only to find myself wandering at a snail’s [...] |
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