The Spawning....of a new Website

Nobody understands. People tell me how happy I must be. Spawn’s off to college, and I’m not a single mom anymore. I’m “FREEEE” and must be frolicking in fields of pansies and making exotic reservations with my many, many friends.

I know they mean well, but I am NOT Stella getting her groove back. I never really had a Winston Shakespeare-type groove in the first place, but for the last two decades, the only one I’ve known was the boy I fed, cleaned, clothed, housed, entertained, and loved like the dickens.

It doesn't occur to folks that I could be sad. Or lost. Or stuck. So, I smile politely and muster up the energy to say, "Yes, thank you, it is a new day." Only you and I need to know that I haven't yet figured out how to leave the house.

It does help to write in you, though, Diary. And I have come up with a name. I’m calling it Post-Single Motherhood, PSM for short. It’s clever, don’t you think, because it is a little like PMS, minus the breaks. And fun hormonal tirades.