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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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My First Birthday Alone

Tuesday, 13 November 2007 13:15
Today is my birthday.I no longer like my birthday. Once it was a day I looked forward to — I'd hear from my out-of-state friends, students would scrawl me love notes on scratch paper. I'd likely be taken to dinner.Some years ago, Jake started…

A Different Kind Of Anniversary

Wednesday, 14 November 2007 09:00
One year ago today, Jake moved out.It was the same as any other morning, except that every moment said ‘last'. I woke up, showered, dressed, said goodbye, and drove to work — like always. This time, though, I knew when I came home he'd be…

Fighting The Financial Battle

Saturday, 17 November 2007 13:00
I didn’t think I’d be one of those ex-wives who had to fight for financial follow through.Jake has always insisted that I am entitled to support: We were we married for 10 years, and “it’s just right.” In many ways, I am&

Not Ready To Date Yet

Monday, 19 November 2007 18:00
David just called and asked me out.I met him a little over a month ago — he's the close friend of a close friend. We were both talking about how we were relatively recently out of long-term relationships — mine a marriage, his an…

Play It Again

Wednesday, 21 November 2007 13:00
Ever find that one song that matches your life exactly and playing it over and over? Occasionally glancing to the side at a red light, in the midst of singing — all heartfelt and chin up and eyes half closed — and noticing the guy in the…

A Love Letter, Of Sorts

Thursday, 22 November 2007 14:00
Last Thanksgiving was hard. When faced with that much unhappiness, though, you quickly realize just how many people are in your life who will offer you shelter — who will be there for you without question.This year, despite being in an entirely …

Kingsley's Guide To Dating, Part One

Monday, 26 November 2007 18:00
There is much to adore about my friend Kingsley. When I had a panic attack over this... what — long distance, non-relationship — his was the classroom I ran to. He's the one who is happiest for me when things go well. He is a fabulous…

Kingsley's Guide To Dating, Part Two

Wednesday, 28 November 2007 13:00
Read the first installment of Kingsley's Guide To Dating here.I've found, as a newly single woman, that it's helpful to have a Bar Name — something easy, something&

Kingsley's Guide To Dating, Part Three

Monday, 03 December 2007 19:00
Read Kingsley's previous advice here.Kingsley and I have a lot of similar fears when it comes to dating. We've both been avoiding any kind of situation with feelings for a while&

Missing The Important Parts

Wednesday, 05 December 2007 11:00
Missing someone usually implies wanting that person — wanting them back, wanting to see them. I don't want to see Jake. I don't want to talk to him or hear from him. I am happy with his absence from my life.But there are things I miss.&

My Dreams Are Smarter Than I Am

Monday, 10 December 2007 14:00
What scared me most about getting divorced wasn't the financial concern or the fear that I would fall down the stairs and lie there for three days before anyone found me. It was the fear that what I thought was a bad situation really wasn't. After…

Finally Able To Celebrate

Thursday, 13 December 2007 10:00
It's difficult for me to feel that alone-on-the-holidays sadness.Jake had many wonderful qualities, but general holiday-ness was absolutely not one of them. Christmas, especially, brought out the curmudgeon in him. This was always difficult — I&

Taking My Own Advice

Thursday, 13 December 2007 12:00
Camille, one of my students, came to talk with me at lunch today. She was struggling, she said, because she feels things so deeply, and it's hard for her not to cry when she's sad. She doesn't want everyone to know what hurts her, she said. She's…

Love With A Capital "L"

Monday, 17 December 2007 09:00
The word "love" — it's tricky. Lowercase love is nothing to panic about, a word I use easily. Not without meaning it — I do love my friends. I love my students. There are people in my life who I truly and unconditionally love to the point…

He Chose His Job Over Me

Tuesday, 18 December 2007 18:00
My principal just stepped down. My school opened three years ago with 100 freshmen, this principal, and six teachers. As founders, he and I have worked incredibly closely. It's difficult to see him go. What was hardest, though, was what he…

What Alice Really Wants

Thursday, 20 December 2007 14:00
I like lists. I make a lot of them. I make lists of lists to make. And doesn't everyone, when they break up, make a list of what they want next time around? Just to get their priorities straight? Isn't it a given that this would be the first list I…

Interrogated By My Imaginary Therapist

Friday, 21 December 2007 14:00
So, Alice. Let's talk more about this Love business. For someone with a pretty open heart, you're finding this previously discussed Love-with-a-Capital-L a rather scary word. Intriguing.As such,&

Alice's Adventures In Moving

Friday, 28 December 2007 14:00
Jake and I moved to San Francisco — and into an apartment together — right out of college. Getting divorced means that, for the first time in my life, I am living alone.I'm the only one who pays the bills. I'm the only one who pays the…

Alice's Adventures In Moving

Friday, 28 December 2007 14:00
When Jake moved out, I worried about staying in the same apartment. I thought it would be too hard — to be single, but in the same space. But I rearranged some things. Bought a bunch of plants. Got rid of the spectacularly ugly dining room…

Alice's Adventures In Moving

Friday, 28 December 2007 14:00
So, I have decided to move out of the lovely yet enormous apartment I shared with my husband. I have decided to find a place that is mine and only mine, and to fill it with only the things I love and I choose. I will get rid of everything I don't…
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