Thursday, October 19, 2023

The Way It Never Ever Was

 



I have been neglecting this space of late. 


At the end of 2022 I started quite a few blog posts, only to never quite finish them. I gave up social media for Lent. Spring of 2023 was a whirlwind of Betsy graduating and life shifting. Summer seemed to fly by.


So, I come today with shreds of thoughts and words.


Felicity is bothered by the fact that I don't believe in divorce. (I'm always saying that the blog is about the fact that I am divorced, even though I don't believe in divorce, you know.) And she told me that there are very important reasons that people get divorced, like if they are being abused or are in a toxic relationship. And like a lightbulb over my head, I understood what she was meaning when she was so angry at me for saying that I don't believe in divorce. 


What I mean, of course, is filtered through my own experience. I wasn't abused inside of my marriage. I was blindsided, yes, I was naïve and young when I made a promise to love forever. 


I think that when I say I don't believe in divorce that's likely what I mean- just standing in front of a judge and dissolving my marriage didn't magically end everything. 


I'm trying (and believe me, it is a struggle) to unlearn my tendency to filter everything through my own thoughts and emotions. 


Heavens, that used to be the point of the blog- my unwinding all of these pieces that existed in the aftermath of my divorce. It was quite self centered. It was frankly selfish. It was grief and fear and the sadness of letting go of a part of myself. 


And, you know, it's not that anymore because time heals. 


21 years ago today I promised something that is still a piece of everything I bring to the world. I'm grateful every single day that I got to have that part of my life, if for nothing else that it brought my girls into the world and being their mother is the absolute best. But also for a million other reasons. 


I'm blessed where I am. Loving those boys who don't know me, lost inside of books and movies and my own head. I don't want something new, which took a long time to just admit to myself.  And yet, all of the blog posts end that way. I'm always just talking in circles around how life turned out to be what it was meant to be. 


Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight.


No matter where I go, no matter what I do, I'll never be 23 with anyone but you.


It's just that. All of that.












Friday, December 30, 2022

Yesterday and Years Ago





 And 2023 is upon us.


I have begun many blog posts this year, only to stop after a few paragraphs. I even wrote an explanation in one- "I haven't written on the blog in such a long time because the things that I have to say anymore seem redundant. The me that exists now is happy and contented and alone in only good and positive ways. Nick is replacing different flooring in my house, and Jenifer watches movies with me while he works, and we are who we were always meant to be."


The purpose of the blog is one of those things that I am unsure of- I know what it began as (a writing exercise for a young mom), and I know what it became (a sanctuary in a time of upheaval and change). But I just don't quite know what it means now, in the aftermath of all of that. 


My word for 2022 was joy. It was a bit of a play on words, and a bit of a hope inside of a year that I had dreaded a bit. (Dreaded is such a strong word, but I just don't know another word for it.) It was a joyous and wonderful year, filled with blessings that I am grateful for.  


And so we come to 2023. A year of sure upheaval as Betsy Anne settles on a college, and Felicity Kate turns 15 and at some point will be learning to drive. They are my whole heart. Watching them grow up is the greatest gift I've ever been given, and I continue to enjoy every last second, even the prickly teenage ones. 


My word for 2023 is listen. For the bulk of this year I have imagined that it would be change and then two weeks ago listen came along and planted itself in my heart. It may just be me bucking the idea of change, which will of course come whether or not I claim it, but I feel pulled toward the idea of listening, and not talking as much, and being aware of what's around me. Taking in more music and more thoughts and more silence. 


2023. All the best is yet to come.

Thursday, June 9, 2022

In Through the Out Door


 

I've had a revelation of late.

I remembered, quite out of the blue, that when I was in high school, I thought that I was in love.

Now, in all reality, I was not in love in the least little bit. (That is perhaps a harsh statement- I loved with my whole heart, as I still do, many people that I didn't know all that well in high school. And this person was my friend, and I knew him better than this sounds. But my point here is that I wasn't in love with him.)

When I think back on my life now, I usually sort of blot this person out. Or he's there, but on the edges. Where, of course, he was always meant to be. He was a friend who meant a great deal to me. But that was all that he was, ever. 

He has a daughter who is a year older than Betsy, and so when we attend various going ons at the high school, sometimes I see her, and lean over and ask Betsy, "Now, who is that girl again?" And Betsy always rolls her eyes and tells me and I'm reminded that once upon a time this person meant the world to me. 

And this particular time he stuck in my head a little longer, as I tried to understand how I let go of that person to the point that I barely remember to conjure him up in my memories of high school. 

I think I was amazed that my heart had healed that up quite so well. It seems very unlike me. 

It's been 7 years, give or take a couple of weeks, since, you know, life imploded. (There are a number of past posts that begin this same way, just change the date.) Life is full of so many wonderful things on this side of those 7 years, and none of them have to do with falling in love again, and there was a time when the thought of that- the thought of never falling in love again- made me feel like such a loser, like a sad little girl who wasn't invited to the party. 

I can't quite say when that changed, but it did. The thought of never falling in love again doesn't seem sad or pathetic at all to me anymore. 

I honestly, hand-on-my-heart don't know if I ever want to try to fall in love again. But just now I'm content with life as it is, and as it was- I was so lucky then, and I'm so lucky now. Blessed, always. 


Stuff I'm Loving:



 Run Towards the Danger by Sarah Polley

Sarah is exactly 2 weeks younger than me. The first time I ever encountered her, she was my beloved Ramona, and the second time, she was Sara Stanley, of my favorite television show ever, Road to Avonlea. I am, Sarah would say (and does, repeatedly in this book), the kind of girl that she would never have been friends with. Sarah is jaded and much cooler than me and as we have grown up together, I have always known that in reality we would never get on. I am one of the people that she describes in the book as a "wholesome-looking [girl], homeschooled, virtuous or overly innocent."  Heavens, I named both of my children after Avonlea characters. I'm as much in the vein of those homeschooled, Christian girls as you can get (without actually being homeschooled). 

All of that is to say, I know that my adoration of Sarah strikes people as strange, because she is so far removed from the young girl that I encountered at 11 years old in a role that she thought was stupid even then. But adore her I do, and this book is just another reason why. 

The whole entire book is illuminating and memorable and just all the things. But in particular her chapter on Jian Ghomeshi should be required reading for all of us. Especially in light of the Johnny Depp/Amber Heard trial, and all of the subsequent articles about what this means for the #MeToo movement- Sarah's excruciatingly honest account of the considerations that one must make when it comes to deciding whether or not to add your (famous) name to a list of accusers is important. 

Grappling with why we decide to continue engaging with someone who has hurt us is, I think, the most important conversation that any of us could be having right now. As always, I think this is a conversation full of nuance and grace and reading Sarah's words helped me to place my own feelings into a context that has alluded me for far too long. 

She would never choose me for a friend, but I'm grateful that she has grown up alongside of me. 



Out of the Corner by Jennifer Gray


This is a 180 degree turn from Sarah, but Jennifer's memoir is a delight. It's full of stories that I didn't realize that I was longing to hear. Most especially, though, it was a fascinating look at the life of someone that I feel like a own a piece of- I have watched Dirty Dancing hundreds of times, in addition to Ferris and Red Dawn and even If The Shoe Fits... because I am a true Jennifer Gray fan. Time Hop pointed me to an old blog post the other day that I had written in 2016 in which I compared Jennifer's career to Winona Ryder's. (This was pre-Stranger Things and I was lamenting Winona's' lack of roles and I said, "It's sort of like Jennifer Gray's career only on a much larger scale.")

And then she not only grapples with exactly that as her career dries up basically the minute she gets A-list famous, but she then befriends Winona (they also were both engaged to Johnny Depp- that chapter alone is worth recommending the book). She is true life best friends with Tracy Pollan, who is one of my most favorite people ever. She's funny and relatable and not Baby Houseman at all while still being exactly who I would hope Baby Houseman to be. 





Stranger Things


Felicity and I love Stranger Things. We have to watch it separately because Betsy cannot handle any of the imagery at all, so Felicity watches it quickly and I watch it slowly (because I am old and understand savoring things that you enjoy) and then we send each other memes and argue with each other about whether or not Mike is a likeable character (he is). I love that "Running Up That Hill" is cool again. (Just as Felicity and I call "The Never-Ending Story" our song now.) I love everything about it and I will miss looking forward to it when it officially ends.





Stephen King Summer 2022


Laura Tremaine (one of the most delightful people on the internet) is once again hosting "Stephen King Summer." Last summer I read Carrie, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption, and Misery. I genuinely enjoyed all three- I had only ever read one Stephen King book prior to last summer, which was The Shining. Laura has been reading Stephen King since she was young and wants everyone in the world to know what a great writer he is-she refers to herself as a "Stephen King evangelist." As someone who would likely not have read these books without prompting, I am the perfect audience for this- he is an extremely talented writer and I'm so grateful that I found this way to read his books and discuss and dive deep. The link to the website where Laura is hosting this is Stephen King Summer if you are at all interested in joining.


Other than that, I'm just reading a lot (I am keeping up with posting on Goodreads, which I used to be just terrible about), and the girls and I are watching Felicity (and I had forgotten how good the first season of it is), and we watched Dead Poets' Society at Felicity's request over the weekend, which led her down a fan fiction rabbit hole and I can't help but love how very, very much like me Felicity is becoming. Betsy is working at the pool again and working a giant puzzle while she rewatches The Brady Bunch for the millionth time. 


It's always the same summer for the three of us and that's just how we want it to be. Forever. 

Monday, April 25, 2022

The Ground That We're On Might Be Common

 



I am having such a struggle adjusting to the idea that we are busy again.


And heaven knows, the girls and I are not busy at all like normal people- but we have discovered through a couple of years of mostly just being home a lot that it's our favorite way to spend basically all of our time. 


(I have always, always been a homebody, so this was nothing new to me, but when the girls were younger we did all the things and thought nothing of it. Now, the three of us crave time alone and wonder at how we managed all those things.)


Life, though, has picked back up, and we've been busier this past month than we have been the previous 2 years, and it has been quite a lot to maneuver. 


We did finish watching Roswell, and as I remembered correctly, the third season was so atrocious that Betsy said, "I'm, like, embarrassed if anyone would watch this season and think that I liked it." I told her that she is lucky that her favorite show, Julie and the Phantoms, only lasted the one season because at least it didn't turn into something that was horrible. She didn't agree, but I am quite positive that I'm right- My So-Called Life and Freaks and Geeks remain in perfect bubbles because there was no time to mess them up.


With that said, though, I am glad that Roswell had a second season, despite the fact that I didn't especially love it (I did, however, like the second season better than the third). Rewatching these old episodes quite naturally led to me rereading old Roswell fan fiction and that has been a lovely way to spend a lot of my time- remembering what writing in a fandom was like, how all encompassing those stories became, how every throw away line could be mined to be turned into a story. I have binders full of my favorite stories from the Roswell fan fiction world, and I'm so glad that I had the sense to save them because of course it would be impossible to find many of them now. 


(We also spent last weekend having a 2 Coreys weekend, which was a trip- we watched License to Drive first, and Betsy said, "This is a terrible movie," and then we watched Dream a Little Dream and she said, "This makes that other movie look good." Of the two, I am of two minds- on the one hand, Haim is my favorite Corey, and he is the star of License to Drive. But Meredith Salinger is the most underrated actress of all time (except possibly for the peerless P.J. Soles) and Dream a Little Dream has that wild scene where Feldman dances like Michael Jackson. But then again, we all know that the best 2 Coreys movie of all time is The Lost Boys.)



Stuff I'm Loving:

Yellowjackets




This is my new favorite show. I rarely watch anything right when it comes out because I hate being left on a cliffhanger. But for some reason I abandoned my usual "5 years later" plan and binged this as quickly as possible and am now sad to have to wait for new seasons. I cannot recommend it highly enough.



This Cash Explosion Article

My sister and I loved to watch Cash Explosion when we were little and this article is just such a trip- the stories of lives changed by these winnings are such a balm to ordinary stories of how the lottery ruined someone's life. 




AACK CAST!



My very first calendar that I bought for myself when I was probably 14 was a Cathy calendar. Cathy has come to represent a certain kind of woman, obsessed with weight loss and getting a husband, and Jamie Loftus sets the record straight with this extensive podcast discussing the origins of Cathy, how she changed and evolved over years, and the work of women in comics. It was most enlightening.


Just now, the girls and I are rewatching all of my classic Degrassi episodes (Degrassi- at least the old school 1980s version- never hit a bad note), and I'm catching up on the movies that were nominated for Oscars on my weekends alone (I have said before but it bares repeating, I don't believe at all in the idea of a "best" anything of the year, but I have found that watching all of the nominated movies usually makes for weekends full of movies that are profound in their own individual ways). 





Wednesday, December 29, 2021

For What It's Worth

 


It’s that time of year, when the world falls in love…

 

How is 2021 nearly over? It surely just began last week.

 

My word for 2021 was quiet, and it may have been my favorite word I’ve ever chosen. Quiet suited everything that I held dear to me in the past year- quiet was just the year that I needed.

 

I have a thing about 7th years of life- historically speaking, for me, every seven years my life shifts. 42 was a seventh year, and life simply shifted in my embrace of who I am without all of the apologies. My writing shifted. I moved away from who I was at 35, which I didn’t even realize I was clinging to.

 

And now the page has turned to 43 and all of life seems to be right where I want it. For an anxiety prone person, that is a frightening statement. Truly, though, I couldn’t be happier or more content- I know all too well that life will shift again in one short year and my Betsy will spread her wings and find her way without me. It’s more than I can bear to think about, and so I push it far to the back of my mind and focus on the here and now.

 

Being a parent to teenagers is such an incredibly fun ride, even though it is tangled and prickly sometimes, and figuring out one girl responds to me in a completely different way than the other one does, and it’s a constant dance that the three of us are finding our way through. I am blessed beyond my wildest dreams with my girls.

 

Entering this 2022, and this year that will fly by much too quickly, as we try so hard to soak in every minute, the word that I have chosen is joy.


There were times when I forget the lows
And think the highs were all that we'd ever known


These words have become my mantra. Along, of course, with a million other words. But those in particular hit a chord. My head is full of all the highs, and it's not that I forget the lows so much as I have found a home for them to exist. Memories of who I used to be then. 


Joy is where I'm fairly certain I am, joy is where I want to remain. 


Here's to 2022. All the best is yet to come. 


Tuesday, October 19, 2021

Somebody That I Used To Know

 



“You’re getting along better than anyone I’ve ever seen in my office.”

 

That was what the lawyer told us when we were filing our dissolution paperwork. It remains something that I hold close to my heart, even if I do wish I would have said in that moment, “That is what the marriage counselor told us too.”

 

(That’s a true statement and not just a joke.)

 

My friendship with Nick remains the thing that I am most proud of, even if it’s hard won and sometimes awkward.


I wish you wouldn't wait for me, but you always do


Accepting this friendship as it is, as it has become, has been at once the easiest and also the hardest thing that I have ever done.


But it's important- the boundaries erected have been needed and necessary, and sometimes it has hurt putting them up, and sometimes I have wondered what it would have felt like to burn it all to the ground.


I accept whole heartedly that the path that I have taken hasn't always been the one that was the most advisable, but it was the only one that I could find that didn't end with a whole lot of anger. 


Today that is all that I have to offer this space.

 







Friday, September 17, 2021

Walking on Sunshine

 


I am taking my word for the year, which is quiet, quite seriously on the blog. I'm feeling a little like I did when I stopped writing fan fiction and it pressed heavy on my heart and at the same time it was the right thing to do. 

Not that I intend to stop blogging entirely or anything, but life this year has indeed been somewhat quiet and also immensely happy. We are at a juncture of life that is amazingly full of so much fun- Betsy is a junior and can drive, which has changed life in so many ways, and Felicity is thirteen and full of sass and love and it's a trip but luckily for me, it's a trip I've been on before, and so I hold fast to the bits that are precious and sigh sometimes and am grateful that we are halfway through this phase. 

The girls and I are watching Roswell, which is of course the show that changed my whole life 20 years ago, introducing me to fan fiction and to the idea that people would actually read words that I would write. It's bananas, watching this show that hardly anyone watched with these two girls- it's this huge piece of my heart that is strange and hard to put to words. Those stories that I wrote once upon a time were a window into my soul, and reliving it is both such fun and also hard in ways that I didn't anticipate. 

We are also watching all the Marvel movies in order on Friday nights (I still have a hard time keeping things straight though) and this summer we watched tons of old 1980s movies that were such fun to introduce them to. Betsy worked at the pool and we took such an amazing trip with my whole family (I say this every year, but nothing is more fun that taking a trip with the people you love most in the world in a 15 passenger van- I will miss so much this phase of life when it passes).




What I'm Loving Right Now:


Stephen King


Laura Tremaine is one of my favorite people on the internet and she created a Stephen King book club for the summer. Laura loves Stephen King and her dream is to introduce him to people who would not normally pick up one of his books. I had read The Shining at my friend Joe's insistence once, and while I did like it, I didn't feel compelled to read any more. Since Laura started off with Carrie, which is a movie adaptation that I adore (Sissy Spacek is one of my most favorite actresses ever), I thought I would give it a try. We read Carrie, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption, and Misery

I am beyond happy to say that I thoroughly enjoyed all three, with Carrie being my favorite. I'm looking forward to continuing next summer.  



The Plot Thickens and You Must Remember This

Turner Classic Movies is my favorite channel ever of all time. I was delighted when they announced that they were creating a podcast. The first season of The Plot Thickens is about Peter Bogdanovich- who I knew as the director of The Last Picture Show and from Cybill Shepard's autobiography. I instantly became entranced with his first wife, Polly Platt, and as luck would have it, Karina Longworth created a nine episode arc on You Must Remember This all about Polly. Highly recommended.

The second season of The Plot Thickens, about the making of The Bonfire of the Vanities, is also wonderful.










Three Blooms Farms


For the third time, I subscribed to Three Blooms Farms flower subscription. It is so lovely to come home to fresh flowers, and she delivers to my door. 

If you are local to New Concord, I highly recommend this subscription. 



Life is quiet and blessed.