I’ve never quite known what to do with birthday cards. Especially ones plastered with flowers. Or Bible verses. Clearly intended for another recipient. One who… Read More »I’ve Never Quite Known What to Do With Birthday Cards
“I have this one friend who’s always getting on me for having an open marriage,” she says. “Been there,” I say. “Really?” she says. “What… Read More »“How Can You Be a Parent and NOT Understand Non-Possessive Love?”
“My partner is a reflection of me,” she said. “Oh?” “What he does,” she continued. “Who he chooses to spend time with.” “And your metamour?”… Read More »“My Partner is a Reflection of Me”: Partner Choice as Self-Referendum
Every day, every way, it dawns on me more and more that no one is as good as my parents expected me to be.