Four Years
There’s an app on my phone called Days Since. It’s been silently counting for the last 1,461 days. 35,064 hours. 2.1 million minutes. That counter began at 8:19 p.m. on April 8, 2022. Why? Because that’s when my wife died. Four years
There’s an app on my phone called Days Since. It’s been silently counting for the last 1,461 days. 35,064 hours. 2.1 million minutes. That counter began at 8:19 p.m. on April 8, 2022. Why? Because that’s when my wife died. Four years
I’ve thought a lot over the years about how I ended up with three kids. Don’t get me wrong, I love my kids, and I’m not saying I don’t enjoy being their parent, but I sometimes wonder if I had kids because I wanted to have
One of the least “millennial white girl” coded things about me is that I have virtually zero interest in the true crime podcast-industrial complex. I have no real interest in listening to a couple of women drinking wine while talking about severed heads, or a gravelly-voiced man intoning about police
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