The other day I was told I have the personality of a divorced aunt. I found it difficult to imagine what gave this person that perception of me as I reheated my Trader Joe’s gyoza (the chicken type) and listened to When You Believe by both Whitney Houston AND Mariah Carey. Part of me has always felt like a divorcee—like I’ve had this big secret personal tragedy that no one talks about, but on the right night, and if I am given enough
A poem from a recent divorcee
A poem from a recent divorcee
A poem from a recent divorcee
The other day I was told I have the personality of a divorced aunt. I found it difficult to imagine what gave this person that perception of me as I reheated my Trader Joe’s gyoza (the chicken type) and listened to When You Believe by both Whitney Houston AND Mariah Carey. Part of me has always felt like a divorcee—like I’ve had this big secret personal tragedy that no one talks about, but on the right night, and if I am given enough