Goodbye Juana
Oh, nooooo my co-parent is leaving me! The woman with whom I’ve raised my children for the past eight years is adieu, sayonara, arrivederci. What, oh, what is a working woman with two bambinos to do? Juana who has basically been my everything when it comes to helping me run my family/life is moving to Utah. I am floating lost, adrift on an empty sea of, "Oh no, what the hell am I going to do!". Inhale, close my eyes, release, exhale, gently shake my shoulders loose and roll my head. I will just have to hunt for another amazingly gifted, funny, charming, love of a woman to help me.

Change, change and more change. Could the change fairies be descending angelically on my shoulders and giving me the sign to go evolve, blossom, renew, reinvent myself as a woman, mother, wifey poo, working chick, human bean yet again? Here’s the crossroad that hits me weekly as a woman in this world. Choices. When change hits me upside the head, I choose to see it as encouragement to embrace the feisty titillation of the unknown instead of the dread of not knowing. We always have a choice right? Choose well because your choice is your reality. The woman or manny who may enter my life in Juana’s leaving might bring with them the thing that is supposed to come to me now...

Okay, dammit, bring it on!