A Hellish Year, Part 3: On the Stories We Tell Ourselves

I met a man once¬†who left his wife a few years before I knew him. Now despite being just as broken by his actions as I suspect his poor wife was, he was still searching for answers for why he did what he did. But instead of simply accepting that he made a mistake, thatContinue reading “A Hellish Year, Part 3: On the Stories We Tell Ourselves”

It was a dark and stormy night…

Last night a strange thing happened. It was a rainy night, dark and stormy and unusually warm for this time of year. Although it was a Friday night, I went to bed early as I had to work in the morning. having just turned off the light and already half asleep, J pounds up theContinue reading “It was a dark and stormy night…”