My friend is talking to me about a study with interesting findings.
“Oh wow,” I say. “That sounds really cool.” I tell them if they could send it over to me that would be great.
“Sure,” they say. But then add, “Actually, I’m not sure where I heard about it.”
We spend the next several minutes seeing if they can give me some more details. » Read more
Lately, I’ve been speed packing, cleaning, and renovating my house because I’m trying to get it ready to sell on a short time frame.
I’ve spent eight years living here. Eight very happy years. Eight very stable years. Especially after a life that had me moving around quite often due to a troubled family life in adolescence and then financial instability as a young adult. » Read more
“I’m not sure why people keep saying my pieces are painful to read,” I say to Justin. “I mean, it’s usually a part of a ‘but I love them’ kind of comment. But yeah, they’re always saying they’re painful. And I’m not sure why.”
“It makes them think about themselves and their lives,” » Read more
I have a friend who shows up early whenever I throw a party. Just a bit before it officially starts. And when he arrives, we pregame together while my nesting partner puts the finishing touches on the food. We sit and have a drink, catch up on old news.
My friend shows up early knowing that he’ll see behind the scenes. » Read more
“Conflict is inevitable, but combat is optional.”
As I wrote in a previous post, there are worse things than conflict, including perpetually running away from one you need to address. One commenter on that piece made a great observation: “Honesty and conflict resolution are so much easier in theory than in practice.” » Read more
It’s very common for polyamorous bloggers to mostly write in generalities, leave out or obscure specifics. I know personally that as much as I try to be as vivid and specific as possible (because I feel like it helps readers connect more with my experiences) that I rarely put things out publicly while I’m currently in the thick of things, » Read more
“I mostly feel terrible about not getting into grad school because it was the justification for my not working while I went to school, that I was going to work really hard so I could get accepted somewhere,” I told Spook as we drove home from Chicago.
“That wasn’t it at all,” Spook said. » Read more