Plumbing for a Scapegoat
She spent five years hunting for a saboteur. The one she was looking for was her.
Calling It Quits
Since I joined the neighborhood council, my mother has called me less and less. Where before she would call me daily, she is now avoiding me like the plague. Or at least she was, until she got bored and decided it was time to try and feed off my energy. How do I know this? Because at 3am, when I was already asleep, I was awakened by my mother’s ringtone. And when I didn’t answer the first time, the ringer went off again, and again, until I set my phone to vibrate. The out-of-the-blue calls Her calls, when she is seeking control, are timed to disrupt my life. To control…
Deep Thoughts: What If I Made It Worse?
One time when we were living in Virginia, I bought a stranger a bus ticket. I don’t know what possessed me, and to this day I wonder if I actually helped that person? You’re supposed to wonder about the small things other people do for you that you can never pay back. But what if instead we wonder about the things we do for other people that we never hear about again?
So Much to Say – Don’t Talk About It
I've been tired all week. Unusually so. I couldn't figure out why — until a phone call from La Llorona, a conversation with my BFF, and a Dave Matthews song I couldn't get out of my head told me everything I needed to know.
Time Flies When You’re Not Having Fun
Twelve years ago I wrote about the Year of the Horse. Time flew and I wasn't having fun. I was hopeful in 2014. I'm exhausted in 2026. Here we go again.
