How I Figured Out Flirting is a PTSD Trigger

I Oh you were such a good sport Until pretty recently,  bulldozing my way through fear  had been a survival tactic  And you tried to let me work through it Right there in the middle of the Cheesecake Factory Over the driest club sandwich I’ve ever eaten But I do not...

Things I’m Not Afraid of Anymore

I— Spiders I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to stay You’re too big- you’ll surely be noticed by people in this house who won’t handle you like this I grab a cup and paper (I am not afraid, but there are limits) at the first touch, you curl up and fall into the...

The #CoolAunt Cycle

To a Squirrel, Age 8 You there, boy, say something unprecedented again. “Imagine if car tires were made of pizza” you posit, so I do. I consider it seriously,  but you’ve pivoted to designing a board game, while beatboxing and flying a pen around like a spaceship....

Wildfire Mitigation Practices

So now fire is a season. We anticipate the burning- clear the brush and broken twigs One hundred foot clearance to keep our homes safe from ruin. And there’s the curious practice of backburning: Set a fire to stop a fire. Do the damage yourself to control what gets...

A Catch

“Keep your eye on the ball” is incomplete advice. You can look at the incoming missile and wait for it to smack into your chest and you can fixate on the rotation of the stitching while you think about your hands and every single time they have failed you and you can...

Risk Assessment and the Monte Carlo Fallacy

I could pretty reliably get to the money in our regular Friday night tournament by playing what’s called “tight-aggressive,” which is to say fold, fold, fold and then push the action hard when you’ve got something. When you haven’t got something, establishing a table...