Bryson Stinky Loveface. Or, the eulogy I would have written. Bryson Fuzzywuzzypants Patterson. When she came home, that’s what I … More
I’ve been writing and rewriting this post in my head since Friday. The angle and scope have changed at least … More
By an act of genius and the Internet, I’m live watching one of my favorite people perform at a local … More
It’s the end of my second year of PhD training, and I feel like I need to mark the occasion. … More
I’m going between anger, tears, and trying not to feel. Tonight my general surgeon called with preliminary pathology results. My … More
We once agreed to do all things with love, but last week, you betrayed our understanding and my heart – … More
My story of marriage, separation, and moving on.