Between Silence and Noise I’m still not entirely sure whether I ever truly had “Cassandra syndrome,” but I do know this: being with him was exhausting, whether we were out in public or sitting at home surrounded by the never-ending mess. The blaring YouTube videos during the day, the booming podcasts at night—those became my… Continue reading Could I Have Been Cassandra?
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The Curse of the Coffee Table
Wine, Steak, and Freedom Since breaking up with my Australian ex-partner after six years of living together, I’ve become the kind of woman who drinks wine and eats steak in the middle of the day—gracefully, and with absolute freedom—at my newly purchased height-adjustable dining table.And tonight, I’m finally throwing out that cursed piece of furniture—the… Continue reading The Curse of the Coffee Table