Learning to Belong
As far back as I remember, I did not belong. Anywhere. I was different from the people to whom I am genetically linked, and regarded by them, in ways which…
The Quality of My Thoughts
When the people you are tethered to in childhood or marriage are the same ones who kick your feet out from under you, it fucks up your belief that things…
No Means No
This morning, over breakfast, my older son(S1) asked if Greg and I ever get mad at each other. Of course, I did not offer a short response to this. I…
How I Tricked Him Into Loving Me
A little more than 3 years ago, Greg and I began getting to know each other. A hectic time for me, newly relocated from the West Coast, adjusting to constant…