He Expected a Fight and Other Epiphanies
mr horrible flew 1400 miles expecting a fight. He got polite indifference and watched me leave for class without telling him anything. What changed wasn't him. It was me.
Failure Is Not an Option
mr horrible was coming to visit and I wanted to look like I was thriving. Not my noblest motivation, but I'm not going to lie about it. I hit the gym anyway.
Alcohol, Cocktails and Other Adult Band-aids
On drinking as a coping mechanism to get through evenings with mr horrible, waiting for the divorce to be final.
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.
Attack of the PMS Avenger
Once a month my alter ego takes over. She's emotional, irrational, and very irritable. I call her the PMS Avenger, and this month she was particularly unavoidable.
