I Look too Much Like Her for Him to Like Me: Part One.

Most of the time my father and I have spent together has been in dreams. After watching him suddenly exit stage left at age five, my subconscious was the only place in which he was a standard fixture. I grew up haunted by places half-seen; recollections that may or may not exist.  ​ Memories before … Continue reading I Look too Much Like Her for Him to Like Me: Part One.

My Hammer Drill is the only Bully in my Life now.

​​ I found myself reflecting on my recent victories last night and making a bold, surprising, ridiculously awesome claim to my mother. I told her that it's already beginning to happen. Days pass, occasionally in multiples, that I do not think of her.  Her who? My beloved Mumsies? Hahaha, no. I adore thinking of that … Continue reading My Hammer Drill is the only Bully in my Life now.