As A Single Mom, an Empty Nest Feels So Scary To Me

Last spring my kids spent a week in Florida with their father. The whole time they were gone the house was obnoxiously quiet, my heart-felt hallow, and I was counting down the days until they returned.

I kept busy, I had fun and went away for a few days with a friend and would spend evenings cooking only for myself. There was no extra mess to clean up, fighting over the bathroom didn’t happen, and I wasn’t late once that week because I was waiting for someone to find their ear buds or socks....