with Karli Larson
The transition from stay-at-home mom to divorced-and-working-full-time mom can be challenging, and sometimes very lonely. Throw in a few cats, an ancient dog and one very brave boyfriend, and life gets downright crazy. Join me as I talk through my thoughts and struggles, my miscalculations and my triumphs. We're in this together, you and I.
When I'm not writing here you can find me over at work on the TisBest Philanthropy blog.
1) poor starving rodents
2) ex-loves I chase through mazes of dark rooms
3) dead relatives who stare at me skeptically but offer no helpful information, i.e., career advice, winning lottery numbers
But in last week’s dream, I hit the jackpot. Once I was LOST, baby, now I wuz FOUND.
Sawyer from “Lost” had finally found me. Sawyer, of the REEE-DICULOUS hot-tub-deep dimples, the knock-you-senseless bad-boy grin, the cocky confidence—and need I even mention his shirtless castaway appeal? Yah. Sawyer fought his way through the space-time-good-evil continuum to wind up in my brain. Mine! Me, of ample Polish rump and crooked bottom teeth and nose that officially fits into the “strong” category.
Oh, heavens, I love good dreams.
He was the most laidback, evolved version of Sawyer you can imagine—flash-sideways, flash-into-my-bed. Dream Sawyer was so real, even Dream Jenny couldn’t believe her damn luck. He thought it was funny—my hesitation, my disbelief. His message seemed to be, Baby, it’s just me. Of course I’m with you. What’s the problem?
Waking up from snuggling with Sawyer—yeah, can’t recommend it. I tried to figure out why the dream stuck with me for a few days. His six-pack abs, those soulful eyes, the slow smile—I realized those weren’t it. Sure, they were nice, really nice, even. But I woke up missing that sense of Of course I’m with you, coming from someone else. No questions, no hesitation—just unconditional “with.”
Of course I’m with you. Yeah. I’d like that again someday, I admit it.
For now, I greedily gobble up the remaining episodes of “Lost,” and I know that when Sawyer refers to “Freckles,” he’s really talking about me.
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