Like a Moth to a Flame From the very beginning with Stu—the widow—I was enamored by his ability to say what I needed to hear in the language I crave.…
I’ve resumed journaling — rigorously, of course, because I tend to do things either with full intensity or not at all. With this man, a widower who lost the love…
Last week, Ed, my friend from the mountains, visited for our week together and we had such a nice time doing the most basic shit. Yardwork, making food, checking out…
After my friend in the mountains directed me, in a moment of distress, to "relax", I was able to calmly request the following without any blowback or negative consequences: "Hey,…