Welcome folks to Faith From Philly! I hope you decide to chat and chew with me for a minute or two. Guaranteed you will find a gem, a laugh, and read a whirlwind story that I continue to process. Letting the cat out of the bag, the first writing series in this blog will be about my divorce. What I got wrong, right, and all the shyt in between. I’m calling it the “Cooling Off Period,” which is the 90 day time frame the state of PA provides if you and your ex decide to have a consensual no contest divorce. My lawyer actually told me that I could have the secks with my ex but just not too much. I’m still not clear on what constitutes too much. Not that I would confuse The Past with pucci at a time like this. Remember secks does not love make, even if it feels like it in the moment. But I digress.
Expect to see a post a week from me dropping on Wednesday early afternoon, say 1PMish ET. Consistency is key but don’t bite my head off if a post arrives a bit late, my day job thanks you in advance.
For shyts and giggles, take a look at my fave wedding photo of me actively pretending things were good. There’s a helluva story from the night proceeding our nuptials that honestly should have been more than a warning to run briskly away from the man who would not be my forever, or for purposes of this blog, My Past.
If there’s adult beverages handy, drink responsibly, but sip indeed as you take this journey with me. I promise not to disappoint. Enter here…
