Fuck Valentine’s Day
I spent Valentine's Day alone at the bar of a drafthouse movie theatre. Don't wait for someone else to tell you that you are worthy.
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.
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.
Treading Water in a Pool of Misery – Abandoned by a Stranger
A coworker I barely knew took a transfer and I fell apart. That's when I started wondering if divorce PTSD is actually a thing and whether I have it.
This is for my absent father
My absent father found me on LinkedIn after 13 years of silence. He wasn't there when I was struggling. He doesn't get to show up now that I'm not.
