When you break up with somebody, it becomes all about you. What did you do wrong, what didn’t you do wrong. You concentrate on how badly you feel, how rotten it all is, how sad it is. But now I’m wondering [more...]
Back when I owned my little townhouse condo in Arlington — oh, so long ago… nine months ago — I would lie awake in bed looking around the room. I would think to myself, I own this. I am not renting, it [more...]
It’s bedtime at my house. I’ve just about given up hope of sharing my bed again with anyone other than my dog. And tonight, it’s even lonelier – my dog is at my father’s house being babysat [more...]
