Tell Me Why: A Cold Case Nobody Asked Me To Solve
He was the subject of my limerence. The greeting he invented is gone, and months later I am still building a case file on why. Closing chapter to this particular series.
Absence Makes the Hatred Grow Stronger
On the particular exhaustion of being back in your mother's hometown, and why some daughters don't miss the phone call.
I’m Gonna Wash That Limerence Outta My Hair
Exposure therapy, not willpower, ended a months-long fixation. The verdict on what happens when mystery meets forced proximity.
With Neighbors Like These, Who Needs Enemies
A neighbor tries the fake-storytelling playbook to change my no to a yes. She's an amateur going up against someone with an advanced degree in this.
Rest In Peace, And Other Lies They Tell
A woman dies in the Colonia, and the neighborhood suddenly remembers her fondly. I don't. Some truths don't get nicer just because someone stopped breathing.
