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.
Fever Dream – Ghosts from My Past and Watching Bandersnatch
I have a weird quirk where sometimes the more popular something is, the more I resist jumping on the bandwagon. Some latent habit left over from my rebellious youth? A remnant of anti-establishment feelings that never really disappeared, perhaps?
Doing jack shit this NYE
Laid off, broke, depressed, and hiding it from my mother. NYE plans: me, my kids, and my cats. Also the part where I finally started writing again.
