Tales from the High Road
My brother asked for my help moving, then slept through it. A rant about flaky people, ignored texts, and why the high road was the only road left.
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.
Have Passport Will Travel
The marriage cost me years of travel. Now I'm divorced, I have a passport, and for the first time in a long time I feel like I have permission to hope and dream.
