Fighting Words

It’s a war zone in here. The harpies are alive and well and they’re not going down without a fight. And neither am I. One day last week, I woke feeling anxious. Anxiety is not uncommon for me, but it’s been a long time since I woke feeling anxious....

The Weight of Glory

The toxic harpies from the Belvedere Tennis Club have been particularly loud and nasty these past months. They screech with delight over my every failing—every time I raise my voice or, God forbid, actually yell at my kids, they keel over in gloating glee. Every time...