when one door closes…
I wanted to believe there was another door. I eagerly applied for jobs, showed up for interviews and contacted references. I did it more times than I want to tell you about.
ten wishes: a letter to my son
In your first ten years, you’ve taught me so much – perhaps more than I taught you.
a decade later
I woke up this morning from a fitful (and frankly miserable) sleep and made my way out to the living room where I sat with my laptop, working, and downed a coffee. A pretty ordinary morning by any measure, honestly. But while sitting on the couch and considering the myriad of tasks ahead of me… Continue reading a decade later
dear body: let me apologize
Over the years, I’ve treated my body poorly – like an abusive partner, really. Demeaning. Degrading. Withholding and then asking for more and more and more.
let’s talk about sex, baby
When it comes to the less-than-glamorous elements of knockin’ boots we’re not just awkward. We’re completely silent.
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