Erika 3.0

@Erika_Starts_Over
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Divorced, mom, USAF veteran, older than I behave. Loves music, theater, dogs, and people who don't suck. She/her. Not phobic. I curse a lot.
His kids disappoint him
He's pissed off at life
He screams at the news
He yells at his wife
He once punched a Girl Scout
Who looked at him wrong
He tripped an old woman
For singing a song
Just stay out of his way
Or risk a black eye
He's
So, as a divorced mom, I split custody 50/50 with my ex, who is a badass dad. That being said, as a SINGLE divorced mom, I'm back to feeling like a loser when I don't have plans for a Friday night on non-custody week.

When Trees Become Art (14 Photos)

Forget the gallery walls. Mother Nature just opened her own exhibition, and she’s not taking any prisoners. When street artists trade concrete and spray paint for living bark, twisting roots, and massive canopies, something magical happens. This isn’t just art in the park; it’s a full-on collaboration with the wild. From towering wooden giants hiding in the Mexican jungle to ancient trunks carved with impossible detail in Ghana, we’re taking you on a global tour. Grab your boots. […]

https://streetartutopia.com/2026/02/28/when-trees-become-art-2/

When Trees Become Art (14 Photos) - STREET ART UTOPIA

Forget the gallery walls. Mother Nature just opened her own exhibition, and she’s not taking any prisoners. When street artists trade concrete and spray paint for living bark, twisting roots, and massive canopies, something magical happens. This isn’t just art in the park; it’s a full-on collaboration with the wild. From towering wooden giants hiding […]

STREET ART UTOPIA
The antivaxxer mom/Ozempic mom overlap is hardly a blur.
I said what I said.
A guy on Tinder asked me for a FLBP in leggings.
I deleted the account and joined a gym instead.
Turns out I'm more afraid of a having a clothed FLBP pic of myself floating out there than potentially meeting a faceless stranger at a hotel for sex.
Not sure what that says about me, but my armpits are sore from using a too-heavy dumbbell for tricep presses two days ago.
My best friend told me today that she needs to take a break from me.
Best friends don't take breaks.
Girl, bye.

I need someone to explain to me why it’s always “if you can’t pay rent, buy fewer lattes and avocado toasts” and not “if you can’t pay your employees a living wage, buy fewer yachts, rockets and presidents”.

Explain it to me like I’m in kindergarten.

The pain of grieving someone who was never meant to be mine. Not too handsome, not too proud, not too young nor old, not rich nor broke. A Mary Poppins of a man. All I want is one kiss from him. One chance to hear him call me beautiful. Just once to be the reason for that amazing laugh.
Today I saw FOUR orcas swimming in the sea.
That is all.

Remember?

#USpol