Divorce is a beast; a death without the casseroles and condolences. There is no wake, no eulogy, no funeral mass. Just a searing loss without bereavement leave. Somehow, the Catholic annulment of my first marriage by the Church, a concept I initially found utterly ridiculous, brought me healing from years of shame and rejection.
For the Latchkey Generation When happily ever after fails and we’ve been poisoned by these fairy tales The lawyers dwell on small details Since daddy had to fly— Don Henley’s End of the Innocence, 1989 Generation X: The Latchkey Generation According to Douglas Coupland, author of Generation X: Tales for an Accelerated Culture, Generation X […]