my failed marriage and the subsequent two years: part 2 • someone else’s plus one

February 2016: “But it has to stop hurting so much, eventually, right?” I asked him.   The look on my face had to clearly be a desperate sadness, pathetically searching for hope—for him to say something to ground me, to ease my mind that this moment is only a hard moment in the grand scheme... Continue Reading →

vignettes of my failed marriage: the supporting role in my own life

I knew moving back to the US would be a difficult transition.  I loved so many things about the Azores that despite my intentionally positive outlook, I knew moving to Grand Forks, ND would be hard. I'd mentioned perhaps pursuing grad school before the move. As much as I loved our time living abroad, it... Continue Reading →

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