There is the thing Facebook does - the Memories. I look at it every day, and more often it is an emotionally masochistic act than a warm-fuzzy one. I notice myself doing an unconscious countdown around November. Now that my boyfriend Paulie and I have been together for less-than-six-but-more-than-five years, as the memories get closer... Continue Reading →
The Five Stages of Grief: Anger & Depression
I asked for Anger because the Depression was weighing too heavily on me. I didn't intend for them to become as intertwined as a couple of Siamese serpents constantly trying to swallow each other's heads. Anger does not come naturally to me, which usually serves me well. In the case of my breakup and my... Continue Reading →
Tinkerbell, Uncaged
When I was 19 I lived alone in Kalamazoo, Michigan after a failed attempt to move to California. I'd gone out to a town called Moraga with my friend Heather, but left when she fell in love with a hair dresser from Malibu. She moved in with him, I moved back home, tail between my... Continue Reading →