Since the divorce, my relationship expectations have changed. Before marriage, it felt like being on the hunt. (I’m guessing this metaphor works as I’ve never actually hunted for anything. Maybe 4 -leaf clovers, but given my luck, you can guess how many of those I’ve ever found. Yeah, you got it. 0.) I felt like…
Shame is one of those words that sounds exactly like what it evokes. Shit. Hopelessness. Assholes. Myths. Embarrassment. Shame is why I didn’t admit to any caring adult in my life…
I’ve read this in a book. You’ll laugh. It’s the story of a damsel. You’ll know exactly this story as soon as I start simply by the way this story begins. Once upon a time … … in a land [insert some adjective that indicates far, followed by one that suggests foreign and a third…
NOTE: The following post was based off this writing prompt: write a weather report. This is the first post about misguided romance and my unpredictable, somewhat tragic, and darkly humorous love life. There will be more. For now, you can view the description of my memoir (in-progress) to get a sense of what this is…