Eighth Grade

I remember 13. I was so awkward and a lot of what I went through at that time stayed with me my whole life: social anxiety, popular brothers, few friends and sooo much tension between my mother and me. I clearly wasn’t my mom’s favorite child and it...

Being Selfish

It’s been a while since I’ve had time to blog. I have no doubt that every parent is busy. But my life has crossed over from ridiculous to insane these past few months. As invisible as I feel on most days, it brings me great joy by contrast to be there for...

The Roof

Well the roof is leaking again. I know it sounds like a common gripe, but this roof thing is an exceptionally painful part of my life. During my divorce, it started with a simple leak around a drain that I hired my brother, the roofer, to fix. Just as soon as the...

Invisible

“…Margarite, do you know how pathetic you sound?” That was from my 80 year-old mom. Her response to my cry for help. Via email. Because she apparently has no time to return a phone call. In like, 4 weeks. What the hell? I am raising her adorable...