Sometimes I think a lot about a woman I knew, at the time a recent divorcee, that came to work in my office amidst a bunch of interns. She was finding her footing in life anew, right down to the rather late orthodontia that gave her a slight lisp when she talked. (“Men,” she’d spit…
Further happy thoughts.
Today I read a tragic article about a woman who had quit her DC job, became depressed, and eventually killed herself after confiding in some AI chatbot or the other. It absolutely gutted me because people were so quick to cough up the word “therapy” like it’s a magic elixir. Or they look everywhere else…
Introducing the villain.
“Everyone’s going through something.” These are the words I was handed back after confessing that at the tender age of 45, I had finally fallen in love for the first time. The comments that preceded this related to the wild emotional roller coaster ride I had been stuck on in prior years. Sister and mother…