In October, 2013, my son, Joshua, and I sat at a local outdoor cafe and discussed love, loss, and living a genuine life. I had been divorced two years, and my son had been through a hard breakup. We joked that I was now officially a “first wife”. I loved the movie “First Wives Club”, and my ex husband did leave me to marry someone else. An idea formed that afternoon. Perhaps, we should start a club for anyone who had experienced the end of a long term relationship and suddenly found themselves questioning who they were and how they got to this point in their life. That day, the First Lives Club had it’s first official meeting. The club was small. Just the two of us but we had so many thoughts and ideas.

Jump forward five years and here we are to post that some journeys need to be shared. All of us heal at different paces (it’s not a race) and by different methods. I pray that maybe there will be something in these posts that gives a reader some insight, comfort, or glimmer of hope. You can find your way to living a life that is genuine and happy. One full of promise and hope. Hopefully, our stories, lessons, and mistakes will be of some use to that someone in need.