Who would have thought that the simple mastery of breathing can result in physical, emotional, cognitive, and spiritual well-being? In this episode, Certified Divorce Specialist (CDS)™ Jennifer Hurvitz chats with Lauren Chelec Cafritz, Integrative Breathwork and Transformational Breath Specialist, and Founder of Experience Breath. Lauren shares how breathwork goes a long way in helping people achieve optimal health, mental clarity, renewed energy, spiritual connection, and jo

This post is short–I’m knee deep in book re-writes and more than a little stressed that my eldest is now driving. But as I’m rewriting my book, I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to share your opinion for a living. In my humble opinion. It’s a very strange thing, this “IMHO”. Because even though I am completely entitled to it, people are still going to judge me anyway! They will have their own opinions that contradict mine and get all upset. They take what I say per

Woulda. Coulda. Shoulda. (Pretty good name for a book if I do say so myself!) It pretty much sums up my entire life, actually. Yeah, it’s kinda sad…but I have very few regrets. (Except for that one audition I fucked up in Chicago. I really should have sung a different song.) And maybe I regret getting divorced, too. If I knew then what I know right now, I would have done a few things differently. And really, who wouldn’t? I mean, if someone handed you a crystal ball to see

Millennials You Suck! (I think I’m about to lose my job. Those damn Millennials!) They’ve finally started doing something right! Yes, you heard me. I just got done reading an article that my Dad sent me from Bloomberg. Because of you pesky Millennials, the divorce rate is dropping! I can’t even believe it after all the annoying shit you do to piss me off…you’ve finally started doing something right! (Wait, am I a Millennial? No, ages 27-35. So close!) I should be clear that I

I wrote this already. I did. The night before the Atlanta Comedy Film Festival. I wrote this blog… I’m serious. I wrote this exact blog for when I lost. And the winner is….not me. I know, I know. It was dumb. And insecure of me. Why would I write a blog before I even knew the results of the festival? Shit. It’s the same reason I read the last page of a book when I first buy it. Or the reason I’d tell my mom I failed a math test before I got the results back. Or why I always a

I went in to buy a bracelet. Or a new necklace. Maybe a pair of earrings? Shit, I’m lying.. I went in to get something to wear for a party I have this weekend, ok? Whatever, I went into the store today to shop; I never expected anything like this to happen. I was walking around the table covered with the prettiest, shiniest things…circling it like a shark. Waiting for something to jump out at me so I could snatch it up! When all of a sudden the most lovely little thing said,”

Ok, I’ll stop yelling. I’m just so excited! Where do I start? I feel like I need to make a list so I won’t forget anything. Yes! A list. I’m back with #13. I got a book deal. I went to Campowerment. I got contacts and glasses. I will be 45 next week. Ok! I guess that’s it! I can stop now, right? Or do you want the deets? Ha. I’m such a tease. Here’s the scoop on Number 13, ok? I fucked up. He fucked up. WE fucked up…and we fixed it. Plain and simple. Sometimes, you have to fa

I’m sorry Y’all… I’ve just been so busy! I’m publishing my first book! “One Happy Divorce – Hold the Bullshit!” Finally, it’s really happening. My very first book. It is real, I did it. Well, I’m doing it. I have the most incredible group of women working in my corner…they are sharp, and smart. All helping me get it done. It’s going to be dropping soon and I’m excited. Excited, and scared. Nervous! But above all else, I am proud. I am proud of me. And at (almost) forty-five y

And gloomy… Pretty gross out today. Perfect for driving. NOT. So, of course…I’m only that much more freaked out as I watch Jonah drive away in the Prius with the STUDENT DRIVER sign on the top. Oh fuck. Not only do I officially have a kid old enough to be driving, in two weeks he’s starting high school. I can’t stop crying. In fact, I haven’t stopped crying for days. I’m filled with so many emotions. But why? Is it because Jonah is growing up so fast, or that I am? I’m turnin

Where do I start? From the top. And 5, 6, 7, 8… The beginning. Doe, re…MEEEE!! Look at that! How do I always seem to bring it back to who’s important here? ME. As I’m singing “Let’s start at the very beginning, it’s a very good place to start…when we count we begin with one, two, three. When we sing we begin with DO RE MEEEE!” Yes. Me. I love it. Maria Von Trapp got it all right. That Nazi bitch making those queer-matching-ass shorts outta curtains is good for something, peop

I have an addiction. I try to hide it. Convince myself it’s a non-issue. But the first step is admitting… So, I’m here to tell the world. I know y’all are assuming it’s Starbucks. Or online shopping! Smoking in my garage when I’m alone or drinking too much wine? Fuck no. I wish. But my addiction is much bigger than all of those things combined. Hell, it’s bigger than ME. And it affects so many other women across our nation. I am not alone, others feel my pain; understand the

I’m sorry! I know, I know… But I’ve been busy. Life has gotten in the way of well… Life. And I’ve been writing for some pretty kick-ass publications! I’m on BLUNTMoms, and SuburbanMisfitMoms. And in the Charlotte Observer! Jesus. I’m legit. Like who woulda thunk it? After three years of writing, I’d actually get paid for spewing my crap. Ha. Well, I only have you all to thank. So, well…thanks. Thank you, from the bottom of my Hurvitz heart. I have a big one, ya know. A super,

He’s such a dick. He is the biggest asshole, ever! He has nothing kind to say. He can’t even return a phone call. He doesn’t have a nice bone in his entire body. But he’s hot as hell, he has more money than Trump….and he lives in the “cool” part of town so who cares! YES! He is a DOUCHE, but so what! It doesn’t matter, he will take care of you…pay for all your meals…and when your alimony runs out in 2022 you’ll be SET FOR LIFE! Perfect. Omg, really? Is this what we have turne