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Jodie E. Fiorenza

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  • January and Ease

    January and Ease

    Writing is always something I come back to when I need it. It’s not always a scream from within, often it’s a whisper trying to find a voice. I was at work today scrolling through slack and noticed a message about this post. (Happy Birthday!) I instantly remembered the most fun I had with this…

  • Giving thanks and onesies.

    Giving thanks and onesies.

    Thanksgiving day this year was interesting. I wasn’t going to be spending it with family because of the pandemic. Usually at this time of year, I would be knee deep in dry brining and trifles. This year however would be quiet. I wasn’t feeling well. My body felt off and I was overcome with an…

  • The Middle and Cereal Treats

    The Middle and Cereal Treats

    Writing isn’t magic. Although, the inspiration that motivates us to write can feel like magic. I was doing some housecleaning on the blog and found this post I started late last year but never finished. I read an article that said the first break up after a divorce is sometimes harder than the divorce itself.…

  • Resolutions and Bad Decisions

    Resolutions and Bad Decisions

    This is not that post. This isn’t the post where I rehash my accomplishments of 2019. Let’s face it, my biggest accomplishment in 2019 was not going bat shit crazy. Instead, I want to talk about resolutions. I know that there are two schools of thought on this. The first is, why wait until the…

  • Babies and Puppies

    Babies and Puppies

    At the end of every day, I tell myself that I will be fine. I know these feelings are temporary. I know that I am a very strong person. Here’s the surprise though, the bad feelings are not because of the divorce. Yes, divorce sucks, and losing your partner in any capacity is difficult, but…

  • Pizza and Dating

    Pizza and Dating

    It was 2005. I was stuck in a familiar pattern that included cocktails, boredom, topped off with extreme restlessness. Living with my fabulous roommate in the city was so much fun, but on nights when we didn’t have plans, I would pace around the apartment lost in my thoughts. We lived in Queen Village, a…