When I arrived in Halifax two weeks ago, I wasn't sure I'd survive. How was I supposed to focus on writing my book and earning my degree when my kids were 800 miles away? I'd miss them too much. Cry for them. I'd crumble when they cried for me. Was I a good mom for leaving, or was I bad? I … [Read more...]
Why I Cried Like A Baby Throughout Bad Moms
I’ve seen Bridget Jones’s Diary more times than I have fingers to count on. It was a cute movie. It was funny and clever; but the reason I clung to it was because as a shy, socially awkward, chubby, single girl in my 20s, it was like watching my own biography. And who doesn’t want to marry Colin … [Read more...]