It’s been a month since my father died. That sentence, as I type it, feels like a lie. And not simply because a substantial part of me wishes it weren’t true, that my father were still alive, but also because of the “month” part.
Because even though I can look at the calendar, » Read more
Someone I love very much passed away last week. Even as I type those words, I want to delete them. Because I don’t want to talk about it. Not at all and certainly not in public. Because I don’t write well enough to do the experience the justice it deserves (especially not now, as I’m more existing than really living). » Read more
My nesting partner and I opened up our relationship about a year and a half ago. For both of us, this was our first experience with polyamory. For a few reasons, including the fact that poly wasn’t a good fit for her, we decided to end our three-year relationship. » Read more