Author Archives: wendy

  This is the note my 5-year-old daughter, Angela, wrote and slipped under my bedroom door, where I had sequestered myself from her sassy, surly complaints on a day when she was being particularly difficult. I ignored her and her … Continue reading →

This article first appeared on The Huffington Post… I plopped my body onto a hard plastic chair inside the Department of Health and Human Services and waited for my name to be called. The office smelled like sweat and cigarettes … Continue reading →

It’s been three years since I hit the reset button on my life. My daughter, Angie, was only two years old then, barely aware of what divorce was doing to her family. Now she’s five and her life is completely … Continue reading →

Last fall, my daughter got a fish. I thought Angie might be ready for a dose of responsibility so we went to the pet shop, where she chose the perkiest blue betta in the store. When we got home, Angie … Continue reading →

I love this picture of me. The look on my face sets up the story line, of course. Jealous. Angry. Frustrated by that awful itchy thing that someone dressed me in that day – for somebody else’s birthday party, no … Continue reading →

The plane had barely lifted off the tarmac and Angie was already making friends. There was the woman on her way to visit her grandchildren. There was the man about to see his girlfriend for the first time since meeting … Continue reading →

  My daughter is Student of the Month at her school. She is in kindergarten, has been for just two months now, and is already Student of the Month. This morning, I stood in the auditorium with her as the … Continue reading →

“Single parents do everything two parents would do. You must determine what can be put aside temporarily or dispensed with completely. The more exhausted you are, the more miserable both you and your child will be.” ~”Parenting an Only Child” … Continue reading →

I always wonder what my daughter thinks when her father doesn’t call. It’s been three weeks (a new record, I think) but she hasn’t mentioned it once. She’s only four years old, so time has a different meaning for her. … Continue reading →

My daughter starts kindergarten in 14 days. Fifteen if you count today, and I’m definitely counting today. Angie is all set for the big day. She has her new sneakers. She has her new backpack, which is red and blue … Continue reading →