I am not okay. I hate saying that out loud anymore because I know what happens next: the calls, the messages, the well-meaning panic from people afraid I’m going to hurt myself. Let me be clear: I haven’t had any thoughts of self-harm since that unforgettable day in May. Some might argue that my …
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After logging out of the Wasteland today to deal with the glitchy mess that is real life (yes even life has as many weird resets as Fallout76), I started thinking again about the weird ways grief works. Specifically, my own particular flavor of widowhood and how it stacks up against the experiences of others. I …
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…But apparently I still take the long way down the Yellow Brick Road. I’m taking a little pause from the “Change” series I’ve been working on. Not abandoning it entirely, but shelving it for a few days. Why? Because let’s be honest—those posts were starting to feel less like blog …
Well, it’s a very odd Sunday morning here in the city of salt. While not unheard of, it’s strange to have a storm roll through and cool the temperature down into the 50s in June. Given the blast furnace we’ll be living in soon enough, I’ll gladly take the break. …
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