Uncle Larry (2024.09.12)
Baby Crazy (2024.09.10)
Moldy Peaches (2024.09.09)
Democrat Potluck (2024.09.04)
Ren (2024.08.31)
Post Turtle (2024.08.23)
Family Errors (2024.08.22)
Family Errors (2024.08.22)
The Lebanese Ayannah (2024.08.02)
Return to Salem (2024.07.31)
Lake Disaster - Misadventure (2024.07.25)
Lake Disaster - The Cabin in the Woods (2024.07.23)
Perfect July Sixth (2024.07.06)
Dance Therapy (2024.06.25)
Prideful (2024.06.09)
Transdimensional Goblins from the Stars (2024.06.02)
Valedictory (2024.05.18)
Self-Love (2024.05.15)
New Therapist Button (2024.04.25)
The Cry in Cryptid (2024.04.20)
Just Dance (2024.03.24)
Hesitating Promotion (2024.03.15)
Mask Maker (2024.03.04)
Plans Like White Elephants (2024.02.27)
Then You Blame My Gun (2024.02.02)
Aging (2024.01.25)
English 102 (2024.01.24)
Dog Bite (2024.01.03)
Truest New Year (2024.01.01)
My uncle Larry dies.
I do not think my therapist gets that I am mentally ill, and I do not want a baby.
I adjust poorly to returning to work, and I make Amber cry over peaches.
Amber and I eat the Democrats' food in hopes of being social.
I make a new friend because they send me memes about cryptids.
I imagine the little boy in the transphobic shirt will grow out of his father's prejudices.
I learn too many family secrets too quickly.
I learn too many family secrets too quickly.
Ayannah moves to Lebanon to be with her boyfriend. Bombs fall.
Amber and I revisit Salem for our tenth anniversary.
Escaping the cabin and scampering through the woods is better but not best.
My family goes on vacation. The power blows. Twice. Maybe the whole vacation blows.
We lounge beside a pond as countryfold set fire to the flag. It's hard not to see perfection in that.
Dancing with Amber helps more than scattered puzzle pieces.
I attend three Pride events in a row, and am still insecure.
Maybe I'm doing okay at this writing thing.
Amber is the commencement speaker at Marist College's graduation.
I decide to try to love myself.
I get an online therapist.
My talk about cryptids is sparsely attended.
Amber urges us to go dancing, which is exactly what I need.
My supervisor is moving on. I am not sure teaching is worth the the pain.
I struggle to let the mask slip a little to connect with people.
Amber needs a direction, wanting to be everything.
I am triggered by an obnoxious commercial.
How dare I be older?
I teach a course where the college students are not socially graduated. This infuriates some of them.
An injured dog bites Amber's face.
What is it we truly desire for 2024?