My family did our Passover Seder via video chat the other night, as did many people around the world. It was a good substitute, but
One of the weirdest things about being laid off is the way others respond. People are, understandably, freaked out at the idea of losing their
As I write this, it’s 4:45 pm on Friday evening. It is Valentine’s Day. I’m alone with my cats and drinking my second glass of
My Valentine’s Day plans were completely derailed by yesterday’s events. It was not a good day. I would even go so far as to call
Yesterday after work I had an hour to spare before meeting a friend for happy hour. I didn’t go home and let the Nothing take
Yesterday’s achievement was I went to a movie. That’s it. That’s the accomplishment. I love going to movies and have told myself for many years
It is Sunday evening of Thanksgiving weekend and I have a glass of eggnog heavily dosed with brandy beside me. My Christmas tree was bought
I spent the last week transported into the 1600s in Amsterdam. It was winter, and it was cold. And I was very much alone, and
Even years after going no contact the abuser will pop into your head sometimes. And it’s okay to feel a burst of rage at them.
People often don’t understand how much preparation and forethought I put into how I look for random gatherings and events. It isn’t consistent. It varies
Eight years ago this week I broke up with my best friend of twenty-five years. It had to be done. She had been verbally abusive
I kept turning away from the water and gazing towards the hills surrounding Nice. The lush greenery beckoned to me.
At the beginning of a relationship, things should feel good. If something feels off, it’s worth noticing.
I’m still figuring out what I’m comfortable knowing about the dating lives of men I’m seeing. It’s an area where my newness to polyamory is noticeable to me.
It’s sad, and yet I suppose not terribly surprising, that I’m not used to an appropriate reaction to, “Something you do is hurting my feelings.”