How to Travel to a Parallel Universe People are kind to each other, more patient, no one honks in frustration, even in the most suffocating traffic.
The Guest Room He fell silent, still frowning. I had the feeling he was having second thoughts as to whether I was worthy of his precious gift of disclosure.
I am Digging a Hole and I Cannot Stop Digging I asked them for the hundredth time why they have to go looking anyway.
Divorce-o-rama: Divorce as a Dark Ride You smile and feel hopeful and don’t mind the empty heads, and you imagine your own children and husband fondly.
I'm Only Doxxing You Because I Care He has made an apartment where the ceiling / and wall meld like oceans.
I Went to Disney World and All I Got Was This Identity Crisis They were all still out there. Working. Moving. Climbing. And, while it was still too fresh for me to envy them to any great extent, it wasn’t too soon to start feeling like an outcast.