The Mother of All Resentment
Lunch with my mother brings up all kinds of resentment. Reminders that my mother is a narcissist.
More Adventures in Social Distancing
Pedicures, a reopened Alamo Drafthouse, and physically dragging La Llorona away from strangers who don't want her in their six-foot bubble.
I Will Not Dumb Myself Down
On refusing to let anyone - my mother, the ex, anyone - treat me like I don't know my own mind. A zero-tolerance policy.
Alone versus Lonely
After years alone post-divorce, I had to ask myself: am I at peace with my solitude, or am I just afraid? Here's how I'm trying to tell the difference.
Merry Christmas to Me – the Gift of Peace
I didn't invite my mother and brother for Christmas this year. My mother tried everything to get invited. I woke up at noon and felt nothing but peace. Merry Christmas to me.
