The Mother of All Resentment
Lunch with my mother brings up all kinds of resentment. Reminders that my mother is a narcissist.
More Adventures in Social Distancing
Pedicures, a reopened Alamo Drafthouse, and physically dragging La Llorona away from strangers who don't want her in their six-foot bubble.
Tears Solve Nothing – Lean Into the Anger
Tears solve nothing. A coworker cried over her abusive father's deathbed and I had zero empathy. Then I had to reckon with why.
You’re the Firestarter, Twisted Firestarter
Two kinds of people in your life: firefighters who kill your momentum, and firestarters who build it. My mother is a firefighter. I finally have a word for it.
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.
