Author Archives: Kathy

One Armed Bandit

About two weeks ago I broke my collar bone after tripping over my dog on our morning run. In my defense, he cut right in front of me in hot pursuit of a rabbit. In his defense, I’m the one that tripped. Of course I’m right handed and it is my right arm that is read more…

The Wallow End of the Pool

Ever feel like life is one big decision you just don’t want to make ? Maybe you decided you wanted a divorce or maybe your spouse did. No matter who started down that path, it seems like after that first big “divorce decision” there are so many more decisions to deal with. Big decisions. Scary read more…

Keeping Your Sense of Humor

When you first realize (dumpee) or decide (dumper) you are getting a divorce, humor probably isn’t the first thing that springs to your mind as a tool you’ll use to get through. But come on. Don’t we all have at least one hysterically, side-splittingly funny story about something we did or said or heard about read more…

You Can’t Run from You

When I first got divorced, I remember I was always on the move. I rarely came home right after work or stayed at home on the weekends.  I went out with friends, I joined clubs, I volunteered, I worked a lot…anything to keep moving. I tried really hard to never be alone. Anything to keep read more…

Divorce, Dogs and Being Present

Early on in my divorce (heck, life) I learned that most things are easier when you have support. Support comes in all different forms. We wrote Cinder as one form of support. I helped my sister and she helped me when we went through our divorces. We wondered what women did that didn’t have sisters. read more…

Watch: The Cinder Girls on Showcase Minnesota

On Friday, March 12th Kathy and Carin sat down with Corbin to talk about our new book.  Our first TV appearance – yikes! – but it was really fun! Watch the chit chat here. Love that!

The Cinder Girls Blog: Welcome!

It was more than12 years ago but I still remember the day this Cinder’s fella said goodbye (ok, good riddance).  I remember standing in the kitchen trying to catch my breath thinking- why can’t I remember how to breathe?  I remember standing there and looking into the family room (which I could see from the read more…

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