I Have Read the Books. So I Wrote One.
I called the ex Dad in the middle of arguments, for years. I have not spoken to my father in twenty-three years. This is why I wrote the book.
Spiteful Thinking: A Toxic Homeownership Story
Twenty-two years of deferred maintenance, one exit walkthrough, and a mother who shuts down at the first question. Guess who inherits the repair list.
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.
