Like an earthquake turning into rubble — A bunch of things changed, were shifting around me, and us. He asked for that, I offered this, not exactly that. I asked for this, he agreed to this, but not exactly that. Fill in the blanks. Let your curiosity go wild. We were no longer really on the same…

The hows, ifs, and buts of a match we believed was made in heaven — We were the perfect couple. Yes, that was stated about us by friends and family. Well, people grow and change. I have written much about my divorce — but mostly the good stuff. …

For anything you have missed — I have twelve Lists displaying a wide selection of stories I’ve written on Medium. I thought it worth dedicating a short story to this fact for readers, old and new, who have enjoyed my work, but may not know of all the things on which I write. Pins are useful…

Often surprised by life, accepting the flow — This is an introduction to Jill Eng. Well, the full name is Jill Spiewak Eng (in fact Jill Ellen Spiewak Eng). Why all the names? When I got divorced, I decided to keep my married name, since I had less emotional strife with my ex-husband than my father and wanted…

Stop believing you are a fortune teller — It feels like there is a way to know the future. There really is not. At least not with any detail. We know we will pass, and perhaps one has been given news that it is coming sooner than later. But even that is a guess in terms of specifics. …

And a trail through my day of to-doing — It’s been an interesting few days of getting certain things done that are just a relief. Ya know the kind: taxes, health insurance paperwork, financial organization, and the like. Those things that have been sitting on the grand to-do list for a whole year. One major thing was that I…

My obsessive personality around Covid-19 exposure and why people think I’m a freak — I am late to the game writing on this recent trend on Medium. But it has been on my mind for a while to share my reaction to the pandemic and its aftermath, which I still consider to be a pandemic. My way is not popular, especially for a non-high-risk…

It is never telling the truth — You are here every step of the way with yourself while acting as you do Even if after the fact you are disappointed At the time of choice what you did made sense Even if you knew there could be an issue You saw the options in front of you …

The tale of me and my upstairs neighbor — I’ll call him WM. Thanks to WM and a mutual friend I landed a fabulous apartment — a year after being divorced — which housed my kids and me for ten years. This was October 2009. He was a bit older than I. At first we didn’t have much to…