The WHY: Why Debt, Divorce and Duct Tape Birthed This Blog

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Why not?  Let’s get real here, life ain’t all sunshine and rainbows, like you see on most “Mom Blogs.” feeding us toxic levels of delusions of grandeur. I personally don’t need anything to make me feel worse. I have an ex for that.  I’ve been there, done that. I had the t-shirt to prove it, but I had to pawn it a few weeks so I could pay for my webhost and write this blog. But seriously, I’m a mess, a recently divorced, mega debt, unemployed, single mom, mess. I don’t want to read  about perfect little moms, in perfect little homes, sipping on their picture-perfect lattes, talking about how “life is a journey” and “every cloud has a silver lining.” Gross.

Where’s the guide on how to fix a leaky faucet while crying over your divorce papers and drowning in credit card bills? Where’s the advice on how to handle your ex’s new girlfriend showing up at your kid’s soccer game? Or how about the DIY on using your tears for a fabulous new wallpaper design, because you’re too broke for a remodel, but you definitely need change (Okay, maybe not that last one, but you get the point.)

I wanted a space that wasn’t just another pastel-colored, sugar-coated mommy blog. I craved raw, unfiltered, laugh-till-you-snort or cry-till-you-laugh kind of content. A place where moms, especially those wearing the battle scars of life, could come and say, “Finally! Someone who gets it!” Yup, that’s me, I get it.

So, welcome to, where life isn’t always pretty, but it’s always real and it is truly a 100% no judgement zone.  If you’re looking for that rose-tinted, everything-is-awesome kind of vibe, you might want to keep scrolling, or not because you’re disgusted but you can’t look away kinda thing,  more like the nighttime thriller than the daytime soap you’re accustomed to. Either way, Mom Versus the World we dive deep into the mess I call my life, I don’t just ignore it and hope it fixes itself(tried that.)  No, this blog is the downright real deal, like grab your not-so-perfect coffee mug (add some peanut butter whiskey), and laugh your ass off, that shares the kind of life lessons that stick to your butt like wet toilet paper. So here we go 🍷🔧📑

Over the past few years, I have become the ‘Bear Grylls of Divorce.’ While navigating a 5 year long divorce process, as an unemployed mother of two, amidst a global lockdown, due to the worst pandemic in modern history, out of pure survival mode, I transformed into a (mediocre at best) self-taught, self-proclaimed, unlicensed attorney, contractor, landscaper, and psychologist.

About-why By some cosmic joke and a sprinkle of spite from fairy dust derived from the spite of the ex, I’m still standing. 

So, why I created Mom Versus The World, is to build a community of like minded nut-jobs like myself and then provide a platform for us to co-create or collaborate, hopefully making a few bucks along the way. But most importantly, to give us a refund for the collateral damage, which came at the devastating cost, losing the most valuable asset, one with a value that rests above all others combined, our voice.

But fear not! I’m here to spill the beans on my misadventures and share what I’d do differently if I had a time machine. So grab your popcorn, because as Britney says best, we are bringing back a smashing hit from the past, the hilariously painful (pun intended) “oops, I did it again.”

During my tenure in divorce hell, I discovered accessing crucial resources is rarer than a baby unicorn in stilettos, so anyone in their right mind, normally just gives up. Lucky for you, nothing about me is normal.

Now, I’m on a mission to be your go-to gal for all things debt, divorce, and DIY. I want to share my hard-earned knowledge, my wins, my failures, and the crap you have to get through in between.

I have no idea how, or why, but by some cosmic joke and a sprinkle of spite from fairy dust derived from the spite of the ex, I’m still standing.

Also, let’s not forget the cash, honey! I need to find a way to make money. All these lessons made me broker than a penny pincher at a dollar store fire sale. I’ve been through more financial turmoil than a Wall Street stockbroker during a market crash. But with the support of my readers and fans… you; I’ll be able to make a few bucks from the brands you guys love without costing you a cent. So read and share and post and send and submit your questions but stick with me, so i can stick with you, like wet toilet paper( I know, but think about it) is more than just a website; it’s a vibrant community of single moms kicking butts, taking names, and making each other laugh until our abs hurt. With a dash of sarcasm, a sprinkle of sass, and a whole lot of love, we’re here to support, empower, and uplift one another. So come one, come all, submit your post, video, branded jingle (seriously, that would be awesome) Life may be messy, but with a tribe like ours, it’s one heck of a wild ride, so let’s freaking go!