Blood Moon and Totality – One Eclipse at a Time
My complicated history with every eclipse. Is the blood moon tonight another omen? Or a moment to hope?
10 Years a Divorcee – In the End
It's been 10 years since I got out of the toxic marriage. Time to reflect, assess if I am better off in the end than I was when this all started.
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?
He who shall not be named also known as: the son who died
I won’t mention him by name. I don’t want to sully his memory by talking more about the way in which he passed. There was already enough internet drama at the time, and my grief was public enough. But I feel it is important to mention this because I will refer to him as the son who died when I write about him. He was not my biological son, but he was my son nonetheless.
Step-Mothers Get No Respect: Reflections on the Major Suck that is Step-Parenting
I raised him from age 10 to 18. He went to Navy boot camp. He called twice — once to get his dad's number. I expected a letter. Nothing came. Stepmothers get no respect.
