XIII: The Shitshow, part I

While our breakup came as a surprise to almost everyone, my friends kindly gave me a wide berth on interrogation about what actually happened. I trickled out some platitudes on social media and informed everyone that I'd be moving out, but I largely didn't drag Keith, both to protect him and because I was embarrassed… Continue reading XIII: The Shitshow, part I


VIII: Kids

Growing up, I considered it a foregone conclusion that my life would follow the traditional timeline of my rural small town: finish high school, fall in love, get married and be done having babies before age 30. No muss, no fuss. As an actual adult, of course, there are not enough horrified gasps in the world… Continue reading VIII: Kids