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?
Sex Sex Sex – a MasterClass in Getting None
I don't for one second feel like I am living vicariously through my friends. I just feel bad that I can't reciprocate in the sex story telling, unless I revisit my ancient sexual history. How long has it been?
