Rotting Roots
Tales from the dark side of my toxic origin story, and the havoc it inflicts on me daily.
Essays on narcissistic parenting, emotional abuse, an absent father, and the long, unfinished business of figuring out which parts of your damage are yours to carry and which ones you can put down.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.
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.
