I’m horrible at small talk. It often begins with, “so what do you do?” I get it. It’s an easy glimpse into someone’s life, a starting point. Still, the job I spend forty hours a week doing is not the thing that makes me feel most like me. The other labels that will give you an easy glimpse at who I am and what I do include “divorced single parent” and “vegan” and “writer.” But there is obviously little nuance in these labels, or any others, and we are all bigger than all our labels stacked up together.
This blog is not about being a divorced single parent vegan writer. It’s the chronicle of a journey many of us find ourselves on—the search for meaning in all the things that break our hearts and all the things that make them whole again.