You Are The Walrus
A lech at the neighborhood gate, an unwanted embrace, and the exact moment two versions of myself, one starving for validation and one that knows better, went to war.
Love, a Secondhand Emotion
I don’t remember being in love. I was thinking about it the other day, thinking about when the ex and I started dating, and I don’t remember the feeling I must have had of being in this all-consuming passion for another person.
Wheel of Misfortune: I’d Like to Solve the Puzzle
Spent a month in a slump with no obvious cause. Turns out my tone-deaf best friend was the puzzle. A reckoning with friendship asymmetry in midlife.
My Own Prison
I've been held captive by the generational trauma of my mother. I wish it hadn't taken me so long to figure out just how deep in this prison I had been kept.
Improper Expectations
We had only been in Guatemala two weeks, and my mother had already asked me three times if I was happy to be here. And each time I gave her the same answer: Yes, I was happy to be here.
