On Divorce And Picking Sides

I am more truthful than he is, she says, something he never quite understood the importance of. She believes me with the trust of a child, my mother. There is truthful, and then there is believable. I am nothing but an impeccable liar with an innocent smile. In that way, I am my father.

The Post-Breakup Property Exchange

It felt corny and clichéd when our friend came over with a box of my things and tripped over the words “he wanted to make sure you got this.” I didn’t think that actually happened, the brown boxed give back.

Not Gonna Lie: I Enjoyed Being A Juror

I thought about how rare it is that I’m in situations where my opinions and thoughts are truly given the same amount of respect and weight as the next person’s. I thought about my other potential fellow jurors, where they were coming from and how we all fit into the U.S. court system.

What Not To Do When You’re My Intern

Do not flirt with the cute male assistant in our department. Odds are I’ve slept with him and it’s awkward between us. He’s only talking to you to hurt me.