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One Year Later
A year ago, I was crying at least once a week.
Drinking all the time, because distracted fun was the…
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A New Page on Shitty Husbands
Because my An Open Letter to Shitty Husbands posts continue to be the most-popular things on this blog, I decided…
I’m On Drugs
I don’t know if it’s my third straight week on antibiotics, the narcotic painkillers, or all of the things in…
Must Be This Healthy To Ride
Because I have a wicked imagination and scare easily, I thought I might be dying.
An infection in one of…
We Write the Stories
“People tell you who they are. But we ignore it because we want them to be who we want them…
The Seaworthy Vessel
Uh-oh.
I could feel it rising in my chest. It makes your heart pound a little harder. It reminds you…
The Godsmack
He gets this look on his face sometimes. My son who is nearly six.
It looks almost like panic.
I…
The Single Dad Writer — A Tipsy Lit Guest Post
My son is gone half the time.
But he’s really gone more than that. Because he attends school or daycare…
The Moments
It was a slow death.
Not a major trauma—like a shooting or stabbing—that killed the marriage.
More like a terminal…
Too Many Spiders, Vol. 2
I am afraid.
I am afraid a lot. It’s because I scare easily.
Not over things I’d consider irrational.
Horror…
