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…
No Trespassing: A Field Guide to Boundaries
A field guide to setting boundaries with toxic family, from someone who's been overruled, gaslit, and managed by committee. Five rules, zero apologies.
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.
No Shit Sherlock Award – Emotional Damage
Scientists have finally confirmed what I've known since the early 2000s. I'd like to present the No Shit Sherlock Award for the most obvious study — and share my personal checklist of achievements unlocked.
The Algorithm Showed Me That I Am Not a Mirror, I’m a Problem
La Llorona couldn't stand her own reflection, so she made sure I couldn't stand mine. A narcissistic mother's beauty standards, decoded by the algorithm.
