The answer to your question, "What the hell is wrong with [me]?" is that I'm flawed, human. Thankfully that obvious and inescapable fact no longer plagues me as it once did. It used to be such a burden, trying to appear just so, to wear the masks of got-it-togetherness, brilliance, wit, savvy. I never felt… Continue reading To The Woman I Rear-Ended Today,
"We didn't like that couch anyway," my son said with the glazed look of a soldier recently returned from a violent front. In our family that sentence is code. It means: The dog just ate x. I was in bed reading. I didn't believe him at first. Mostly because my son is joking 90% of… Continue reading We didn’t like that anyway.