Sunday Bloody Sunday
My mother tried to gaslight me about my own period over breakfast. It went downhill from there. Welcome to Guatemala!
How to Ruin a Good Time – The Black Hole Situationship
My friend X left our holiday party in tears over a scrub who won't even call it a relationship. I watched him self-destruct and I have thoughts. Mostly: know your worth.
Why All the Questions? Pretending It’s Not Paranoia
Are the annoying questions I am subjected to by my mother the beginning stages of mental illness or just her paranoia? Either way, not good.
Back in the Emotional Support Saddle Again
Once again, I am back in the saddle of playing emotional support person for my good friend X. Will he never learn?
Unconscious Bias the Job Killer
My saga of work life with a horrible boss continues under the toxic cloud of unconscious bias.
