Conflict of Interest Pt 1: The Lawnmower Man
My mother set me up with a lawnmower guy. He did good work. He also sent unsolicited pictures and became obsessed. The grass still needs cutting, so here we are.
Birthday Fail • A Historical Review of Why I Hate Birthdays
My birthday peaked at age six. Everything since has been a documented disaster. 10 reasons I stopped caring about my birthday entirely.
Fever Dream – Ghosts from My Past and Watching Bandersnatch
I have a weird quirk where sometimes the more popular something is, the more I resist jumping on the bandwagon. Some latent habit left over from my rebellious youth? A remnant of anti-establishment feelings that never really disappeared, perhaps?
Generational Differences
My son hates his grandmother. I can't claim neutrality. But I keep asking myself — did I teach him to hate her, or did she do that herself?
You Talk Too Much
I screamed for my brother to get off the phone when I cut myself on accident. He did not. I fainted from blood loss. He was still on the phone when I came to.
