Why I’m Unhirable (And Proud of It) If you know me, you know that I, with some regularity, lament that I was born with a skill set that isn’t worth much on the open market. I can’t sing or...
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Why I Park in Dark Alleys and Blast ‘Don’t Stop Believin’’ My favorite, personal maladaptive condition is my deranged views on what makes me feel unsafe. Overcoming childhood trauma isn’t exactly a straight path—sometimes it feels more like a...
Back when Covid was a thing, I tested positive and needed to take to my bed. To make quarantine bearable, my boys brought up an old TV from the basement so I could languish alone in my room. My...
We lived in a Regency townhouse in England, with magnificently high ceilings and breathtakingly ornate, ever-elegant plaster crown molding that spread upward from the walls, curling onto the ceilings. The house was made of Cotswold stone, with tall hedges...