The Limerence Relapse
Round two of the crush I swore I wasn't going to write about, and this time there's no pretending the outfit choice was an accident.
Duly Noted
Old journals resurface after a move and reveal five or six years of marriage I genuinely could not remember, and I had to find out why.
The Ultimate Compliment
A neighbor's offhand compliment becomes proof I escaped my mother's script entirely. On being told you're nothing like the woman who raised you.
Dear Stupid Ass Neighbors,
A letter my neighbors will never read. About gossip, corruption, and the survival logic that outlives the war that made it. Turns out it sounds familiar.
Not the Captain
I took the council seat. I'm not taking the presidency too. On refusing to captain a ship full of people who'd rather go down with it.
