Dear Readers:
Many of you receive my blog in your email inbox every day, at which point you can make the choice to delete, do nothing, or click through to my site and read.
While the title “Jury Duty” may not sound very sexy, I ask you to stay with me, click, and read. It’s important!
Dear Robin:
I admit to snooping in my 15-year-old daughter’s room last week. I was worried she might be smoking pot because she seems spacey and out of it lately. I didn’t find any pot, but I did find birth control pills hidden under her mattress.
Dear Readers:
Today I pack up my computer and leave for an undisclosed location to make the final edits on my book:
Divorce by Design: How to Split Without Losing Your Mind, Your Money, or Your Kids.
My final deadline is early next week and I have an enormous amount of work in front of me. The blog will be sparse as a result until I have delivered the final pages to the powers that be.
Today I am going to share with you my Author’s Note: my explanation of why I wrote this book. I would be deeply grateful if you read this. If it resonates with you, please share and leave a comment.
Have a beautiful week.
Dear Robin:
I enjoy your blog but sometimes I think you are a little naive. Not everyone can be best friends with their ex.
My daughter is getting married in August and she recently sent me a list of photos she wants taken at her wedding. You know, “bride and groom, bride’s family, etc.”
Several of those on the list included both her father and me. I was very surprised and would like your advice.
Dear Robin:
I am a restaurant host. Part of my job requires I open the door for entering and departing guests.
When I do hold the door open for a guest, I’m physically trapped between he or she and said door. This position seems to shout,
“I’m here for your fondling pleasure! Grope me! Kiss me! Molest me!’