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.
Merry Christmas to Me – the Gift of Peace
I didn't invite my mother and brother for Christmas this year. My mother tried everything to get invited. I woke up at noon and felt nothing but peace. Merry Christmas to me.
Stepped Over the Line – Disrespecting My Boundaries
I texted my brother to say I wasn't coming to work. That should have been the end of it. It was not the end of it.
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.
