Well, so much for my luck with Newsweek’s embedding tool. Here’s the link to the very sweet video essay (I’m mixed on whether those two words should really be allowed side by side) by a 14-year old Brooklynite who has grown up living equally in both parents’ homes, ten blocks apart. She says that though her parents probably had to pretend to like each other in the beginning, but today they are among each other’s best friends.

I continue to believe that divorce can and should be done differently, and that there’s a whole group of people out there who fly under the usual radar of acrimony and deceit, and who yearn for models of “good” divorces. As I wrote to Alex’s mother tonight, it appears to be possible for two people to continue to parent really well together, despite not being each other’s ideal partner.

I had a somewhat comical, bittersweet vision of this through the kids  tonight when they were playing at the sand table during a therapy session. Bea pointed to her winged goddess and said she was the queen, and that Thomas’ “Scorpion” warrior was the king. “But they’re divorced,” said Thomas. “Oh, right,” said Bea, pausing for only a moment to come up with a solution: “They don’t get along any more, but they go drink tea and coffee together, because that’s what divorced people do.”

The “not get along” part pinged my heart, but the fact that she has parents who even in her pretend world can still sip caffeine together felt pretty good.