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.Words Fall On Deaf Ears…
I should have written the point paper. I was going to write a paper. I talked about doing this at length with my best friend over the phone. The intention was so I could say my piece to my brother without interruption or tangents. More specifically so I could keep a cool head about me. In the end I made a mistake and capitalized on an opportunity to have a dialogue with my brother about the current difficulties we have been experiencing since we decided be roommates. I should have saved my breath.
Angry As I Wanna Be
My mother told me I had no right to be angry at the ex. She's wrong. On why anger after divorce is valid, necessary, and nobody else's to manage.
Stick a Sock In It
My mother called me a disappointment over laundry sorting. My narcissistic mother who manufactures reasons to criticize and the peace of living without her.
Krakatoa on the Inside…An Ode to the Death of My Marriage
I wore a fake face for five months while he openly had an affair at work, just to secure a custody settlement in my favor. I won a race no one knew I was running. I just wish I'd done this eight years ago.
