Embarking on the Midlife House Project
I bought the house for my kids. Now I want it to feel like home. The front room has been a storage dump for a year. First project: fix it, fill it with books.
Treading Water in a Pool of Misery – Abandoned by a Stranger
A coworker I barely knew took a transfer and I fell apart. That's when I started wondering if divorce PTSD is actually a thing and whether I have it.
Reality Dreaming: Sparking the Fires of Motivation Under My Ass
I dreamed my ex showed up unannounced and I woke up in a panic. Marie Kondo couldn't motivate me. The threat of him seeing my house? That did it.
Fever Dream – Ghosts from My Past and Watching Bandersnatch
I have a weird quirk where sometimes the more popular something is, the more I resist jumping on the bandwagon. Some latent habit left over from my rebellious youth? A remnant of anti-establishment feelings that never really disappeared, perhaps?
He who shall not be named also known as: the son who died
I won’t mention him by name. I don’t want to sully his memory by talking more about the way in which he passed. There was already enough internet drama at the time, and my grief was public enough. But I feel it is important to mention this because I will refer to him as the son who died when I write about him. He was not my biological son, but he was my son nonetheless.
