A couple of posts ago, I received a small groundswell of comments urging me to get into therapy. At first I was all, Lulz, what do you think this blog is, if not my hour? But that was only marginally funny at first, and increasingly less so as more comments
As a side project to distract myself from all my current dramalamadingdong, I decided to freshen up my blog space this weekend. Doing so caused me to study more carefully a wide range of other blogs. … So apparently, (and feel free to get in your time machine, go
Got a chance to sit down with my dad over the holiday. As words grow more difficult to pluck out of his brain, he’s becoming a master at charades. It might be sad, except he’s so gleeful to have outwitted dementia, he grins like a kid at summer camp as
I was a living, breathing mousetrap over the holidays – ready to snap with the slightest provocation. I didn’t mean to be that way. I was cool as a cucumber while packing, Zen as fuck on the drive. Opened the door to my sister’s house, and my eyebrows climbed into