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Alice Brooks

Alice Brooks turned 33 in November and wonders when she'll feel like a grown up.

When Alice was little, her athletic and college-basketball-playing father sent her to sports camp every summer, which she hated. Instead of participating, she spent her time with the littlest campers — helping the counselors and telling stories. In elementary school, Alice didn't have many friends, so she spent her time with the littlest kids — helping the teachers and telling stories. Whether Alice became a teacher because she was meant to or whether she just got in the habit because she was unpopular and un-athletic isn't known. After graduating from college, Alice moved to San Francisco with Jake, the boyfriend she'd had since her sophomore year of high school. Over the next several years, they opened a joint bank account, got married, and moved to a fancy apartment. Alice taught a variety of grade levels, got a masters degree, and wondered why she wasn't happier. After ignoring the inevitable for several years, Alice and Jake finally admitted the demise of their 10 year marriage in the summer of 2006. Jake moved out that November.

A year and several months later, we find Alice here: wondering why the divorce process is so long and tedious; living with two cats she loves in a distressing, cat-lady way; teaching high school drama to hostile, inner-city teenagers; writing picture books that are rejected with lovely personal notes from publishing houses; contemplating a PhD; piling rolls of film into the freezer while swearing she'll get into the darkroom next week; and wondering why she can't keep a plant alive.

In addition, Alice is currently, unexpectedly, in a relationship — a real one, with feelings and everything. This means that she has endless fodder for worry and overanalysis: regular dating/relationship fodder + "I haven't really dated since I was 15 and I have no idea what I'm doing" fodder + all the scars and neuroses left from ending a 10 year marriage. The practical upshot of which is that she's filled two journals in the last two months and spends a silly amount of time in her colleague/close friend's classroom hyperventilating.

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Alice's Adventures in Navigating the Holidays

Saturday, 08 November 2008 21:25
One of the things that pleased me the most about being single was avoiding the Who Do We Spend the Holidays With Discussion. In fact, I was pleased by the entire concept of Celebrating Any Damn Way I Felt.I love holidays. I love decorating, I love&

It's Birthday Time. Again.

Wednesday, 12 November 2008 15:07
Tomorrow is my second unmarried birthday.I hate my birthday. It's been a bad day for years — a day to be disappointed. A day of promises that your partner will come home, only he won't. Or he'll forget. Or he'll blow the whole thing off as&
It is happening. The great Family Holiday Trade.Mike and I started dating a little over a year ago, a month or so before Thanksgiving. I ended up spending my Thanksgiving break in New York that year, but we went our separate ways on the actual day.&

The Accidental Proposal

Wednesday, 19 November 2008 15:02
My dad and stepmom met Mike last spring, and they said they liked him, but, really, what else would they say? Since they visited my sister last week, I figured I could check in with her and make sure.So I checked. And, yes, they do. But..."They…

Post-Divorce Pessimism

Saturday, 22 November 2008 21:06
We've always talked, me and Mike, about the things that scare us about this. Sometimes, though, it crosses the line from comforting to pessimistic.We don't ever really argue, but we have had some draining "conversations." It occurred to us, a bit…
Having a long distance relationship was great. Before. Had we not lived 3,000 miles away from each other, we wouldn't have made it past a month. I would have cut and run. He would have cut and run. We would have gone too fast — with feelings…
Steps forward in real life tend to make the imp that lives in my brain backpedal frantically. "Run, run!" he yips, waving his arms about, Kermit-like. "It's too much! Ruuuun!"I've gotten much, much better at shutting him up. He shrills away, but…
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