Over the course of this past weekend, I had to yell at not one but two of my neighbors – both grown men – for causing me undue stress and anxiety. There they were, with the Thanksgiving dinner a not-so-distant-memory, wrapping lights around anything not moving in front of their houses. There were wreaths andRead more…
Just back from a quick trip to the Land of Grim the other night and I’m here to report that love, alas, is not waiting for me in a New Jersey strip mall. My also-single girlfriend and I drove about 40 minutes north of where we live to take part in a round of SpeedRead more…
The PTSD kicked in earlier this month, when the weather around here started to cool down but not enough to warrant switching the heat on in the house. On a few of those days, sitting in my chilly kitchen mid-morning working – before the afternoon sun warmed up the front of the house – I’dRead more…
