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.