After the Break-Up: That lying, cheating bastard was worse than I knewWell, well, well. I devoted almost a dozen years of my life, time I will never get back, before I found the will to walk away. It has been…Oct 28, 20211Oct 28, 20211
Also five letters: Maren.I hated my name as a kid, but as an adult, I love having a distinctive name—so much so that I'm not even bothered by the small amount of…May 4, 2021May 4, 2021
Farewell, Facebook, with regret and reliefBreaking up is hard to do. It’s not you; it’s social media.Sep 2, 20204Sep 2, 20204
#Ididntreport because I was 4 years oldThe first time a boy sexually assaulted me, I was four years old. It is one of my earliest, clearest childhood memories.Sep 28, 2018Sep 28, 2018
Living Three Days Without My BrainImagine being without a phone for three days.Nov 10, 2017Nov 10, 2017
What the Colorado River taught me about being single — and partnershipMy pal Wes and I consider ourselves to be ageless — at least most of the time. Even so, we wanted to do something epic to celebrate a…Sep 29, 2017Sep 29, 2017
THE DICHOTOMY OF FEAR“It has always been much easier (because it has always seemed much safer) to give a name to the evil without than to locate the terror…Aug 31, 2017Aug 31, 2017