Posts tagged "single parent"

Why Tinder scares the living crap out of me

Why Tinder scares the living crap out of me
Let me get this straight: Tinder is like a dating gong show, where profile pictures are the acts, and someone’s greasy-ass thumb is the gong? And in this smart phone gong show, the fate of my date-worthiness is decided in a single glance? Oh Hell No, Tinder. I am not sure whether my Tinder-Horror says... Read more »

Gathering pieces of yourself from the side of the road after the break up: The Running Edition

Gathering pieces of yourself from the side of the road after the break up: The Running Edition
Tonight, I had to either go out for a run, or risk never leaving my bed again. All my reserves were finally depleted.  All the “ass energy of rage” had been burned off.  All the propulsion from new-life energy had slowed to a stand still. All the spiritual fuel of meditation had been danced. All... Read more »

Mommy, I want you and {the ex} to be friends...

Mommy, I want you and {the ex} to be friends...
My son was three when his parents split up. I know that, because the ex made the announcement that he was leaving the relationship an hour after G’s third birthday party. (cool!) G is almost five, now. For over a quarter of his life, he has divided his time between two homes. Even so, he... Read more »
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Does this post make me look like Susan Boyle?

Dammit!  I just get finished announcing to the world through ChicagoNow: “Hey, errrbody! I’m single! Woo hooooo! Look at me dressed in fishnets, standing next to an orange truck on Milwaukee Avenue, pointing to the Chicago sky! I don’t need No One!!!  Yeeee hawwwww! I’m completely impervious to the consciousness of togetherness! Rock and Roll!... Read more »

Old Single Mom? What the Hell is That? (part 2)

*singing to herself: We up all night to get luck-y, We up all night to get luck-y….* oh m’god. You came back! Awesome.  *clears away a spot on the cluttered breakfast bar counter with one swipe of the arm, like a dude in a movie clearing away a spot on a table for a quickie.... Read more »

Old Single Mom? What the hell is that? (part 1)

Greetings, Chicago Now, from Old Single Mom!  Stand back, let me get a look at you. Wow! You look sooooo good. You. Are. Shmokinnnnn’….. I know your town pretty well, having landed here eighteen years ago. (Although in an ironic twist, I got turned around going to Target on Elston, today.) I have lived in Uptown,... Read more »
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