Happy For My Brother

Happy For My Brother

My brother Eric is adopted. It was never a secret. My parents got him when he was ten days old. He was my little brother. I’ve wondered about my brother’s history but he never seemed interested. A few years ago, my not-at-all-subtle and potentially obnoxious self gave...
Rejiggering

Rejiggering

Because I had Covid, we shifted my dates to visit mom, pushing everything back a week. Part of the plan is for mom and me to meet my brother Eric in Cape May for lunch. Originally planned for Tuesday, December 27, we moved it to Tuesday, January 3, which is my...
2022: More Than I Thought

2022: More Than I Thought

You know how when you get sick you think, “This will be okay. I can get caught up on my reading, make sure I’m ready to do my taxes, yadda, yadda.” You think these things, right? But all those things you think you’re going to do, you do none of them. You’re too tired...
Sweet Baby Lover

Sweet Baby Lover

It’s Sunday, December 18th as I’m writing this. Today was a big day—the day I finished the refresh of Sweet Baby Lover, my memoir. There’s still much to do related to different print and ebook versions, but to use a term Trent would use, the “guts” are done. I thought...
The Kids Are Not Alright

The Kids Are Not Alright

I’ve just wrapped up teaching at UC this semester. It was an unusual class. There is always one student who lets me know they are struggling with thoughts of self-harm, but this year there were several dealing with significant mental health challenges. Anxiety....
Food + Plastic

Food + Plastic

“Everything you eat has to die for you to eat it.” This is something Trent said. It’s the reason I’m an omnivore, not a vegetarian. For me to live, everything I eat must die. I suppose fruit is a technicality, but I’m stealing the food the fruit seed needed to grow...
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