He Expected a Fight and Other Epiphanies
mr horrible flew 1400 miles expecting a fight. He got polite indifference and watched me leave for class without telling him anything. What changed wasn't him. It was me.
Bracing For Impact
I must be suffering from the effects of residual stress because my head has been pounding all day. I can only assume that it is my body reacting to what I have yet to wrap my mind around completely: that in a matter of hours, my calm will be disrupted by the arrival of mr horrible. I have been too busy to really stop and take stock.
Smartphones and the Art of Listening
My sociology professor made us put our phones face-down to learn about listening. It reminded me of the last months of my marriage — texting my BFF from the sofa so I wouldn't say what I actually wanted to say.
Failure Is Not an Option
mr horrible was coming to visit and I wanted to look like I was thriving. Not my noblest motivation, but I'm not going to lie about it. I hit the gym anyway.
Navigating Uncharted Waters
Stuff from NJ inbound means nothing ties me to that black hole anymore. Every step forward in the new apartment is uncharted waters.
