the grace of divorce – why we go: the dyadic shift

Annie is my Golden Retriever of unknown age, we're guessing around five years. We picked her up from a family who appeared desperate to be rid of her and when we got her home she seemed just as happy to be rid of, especially when she discovered we had a pool. Gretta is my Shetland... Continue Reading →


the grace of divorce – why we go: anger

Just a little warning; this gets graphic. I was working on what I had procrastinated most of the last semester of my undergrad work, shortly after I got my four year-old son through his bedtime routine and off to Sandmanland. The routine was anything but ordinary, but for my special-needs boy it was what we... Continue Reading →

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