All Saints’ Day Round 2: The Dead Are Better Company
It says a lot when my son and I both prefer the dead to the living. Last year he came to the cemetery mostly by force. This year, no coercion needed, just flowers, a picnic, and a plan to keep La Llorona out of it.
Once Around Again – Named from the Ashes
Thirteen years after the naming, a look back at what mr horrible has become, and why the name outlived the man.
Conveniently Out of Range
When a mother's silence turns out to be a test of control, not a truce, and she gets caught trying to find out if she still owns you.
Plumbing for a Scapegoat
She spent five years hunting for a saboteur. The one she was looking for was her.
Case of the Doggie Bag Creep
Three takeaway containers, four rounds of drinks, and one very validated gut instinct. A small win on the long road back to trusting myself.
