It wasn't like Dorothy, dancing down the yellow brick road to Oz. In fact, it was anything but a fairy tale. Crooked Lines: a Single Mom's Journey began with a divorce and the overwhelming feeling of being alone.
It began with a friendship, two souls tossed overboard and trying to survive.
It began with a young son, who was depending on me to soldier through. And a raft of Jewish holidays that I'd always celebrated with family, and now had to navigate alone.
If you are divorced, you know what I'm talking about.
If you are a single parent; losing your own parents to Alzheimer's and eventually death--
You understand.
Or maybe you just know someone going through this and want to be there for a friend.
I can only say those curve balls keep coming. But friends and rituals and holidays can give us insights that help us deal with them.
I can also say that sometimes, when you least expect it, better things come your way. It could be something cool with your career; or a new relationship that brings it's own transitions to navigate.
What I discovered is what a friend told me: God paints in crooked lines to lead us to the people we are meant to meet.
You can meet that friend (and a lot of others) in this story, as of September 5.
