My Own Prison
I've been held captive by the generational trauma of my mother. I wish it hadn't taken me so long to figure out just how deep in this prison I had been kept.
You Had One Job – 5 Mistakes My Brother Made After My Divorce
I drove 1400 miles to my brother's apartment after the divorce because I thought he was safe. He was not a safe space. Thirteen years later, here's the full accounting.
This is for my absent father
My absent father found me on LinkedIn after 13 years of silence. He wasn't there when I was struggling. He doesn't get to show up now that I'm not.
