Time Flies When You’re Not Having Fun
Twelve years ago I wrote about the Year of the Horse. Time flew and I wasn't having fun. I was hopeful in 2014. I'm exhausted in 2026. Here we go again.
Sunday Bloody Sunday
My mother tried to gaslight me about my own period over breakfast. It went downhill from there. Welcome to Guatemala!
Ode To a Cat – Rebreaking My Heart
Ode to my cat. Grief is a heartless bitch, and she's come a knocking on my door again.
The World is My Whatever is an Alternative to an Oyster
Seven countries on my bucket list, one strong opinion about oysters, and a brief detour through Shakespeare, fracking, and Pacific Rim. Also: I'm not making plans yet. That energy got wasted before.
Me, Myself, and He Who Shall Not Be Named
Questioning the trifecta of personal issues: my non-relationship status, my identity, and am I still obsessed with the ex?
