Smartphones and the Art of Listening
My sociology professor made us put our phones face-down to learn about listening. It reminded me of the last months of my marriage — texting my BFF from the sofa so I wouldn't say what I actually wanted to say.
Grown Men Masquerading as Children
Reflections about having a man pretending to be incompetent to get out of parenting his children and the strain it created in the marriage.
Laboring to be a Buzz Kill
Holiday weekends and crowds go hand in hand. I don’t care for crowds, but I don’t avoid them either. If I know I’m going somewhere on a holiday weekend, it is safe to assume that everyone else will too, so I plan for it. This past Labor Day, the day started with rain, which meant indoor activities like the cinema were going to be packed… anyone who expected different was smoking crack.
Blocking the Blockhead
mr horrible called after midnight three times in a row. Can't block him — co-parenting agreement. I'm waiting for the day I feel nothing but contempt.
Filled With Regret
Fiona Apple wrote a song that sounded like she'd been in my marriage. Regret is on repeat. He opposed me just to oppose me. He didn't see me. That's regret.
