This post originally appeared on inc.com I have a crabapple tree that used to be dead. Five years ago, en route to divorce, my son and I moved into our new home, and that tree welcomed us with an all-over eruption of pink that promised: You will bloom here too. The next couple of years, it barely blossomed. Last year,…
Did you know that Monday was National Chocolate Mousse Day? Neither did I, until the woman ahead of me in the grocery checkout line explained that’s why she was buying her kids the towering brown mass of mousse with smaller swirly dollops blooming from the top. “I promised my kids I’d bring home chocolate mousse for dessert,” she told the…
“Pop” went the seam on my pencil skirt as the elevator carried me up to my first meeting with the divorce lawyer. Battling every butterfly in my tummy, I was determined to power through this divorce like I’d powered through my marriage. I struck a Warrior pose right there in the elevator. Fight mode: On. That’s when I busted the…