I’m Gonna Wash That Limerence Outta My Hair
Exposure therapy, not willpower, ended a months-long fixation. The verdict on what happens when mystery meets forced proximity.
With Neighbors Like These, Who Needs Enemies
A neighbor tries the fake-storytelling playbook to change my no to a yes. She's an amateur going up against someone with an advanced degree in this.
Rest In Peace, And Other Lies They Tell
A woman dies in the Colonia, and the neighborhood suddenly remembers her fondly. I don't. Some truths don't get nicer just because someone stopped breathing.
Tales From Patient Zero
The demands of working through illness and being the source of spreading sickness.
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.
