It was early in our relationship when I had my first experience with collapsing anchors (I’ll explain that more as we go). I threw out Jimmy T’s deodorant. I waited till he went to work and then quietly, stealthily, snuck out to the bin and hid it under some stinky rubbish. See, I have been…

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I used to believe that I was a really great communicator. I mean, I’ve always been an avid reader and writer, and consider myself to be articulate. To be honest, it pissed me off no end that the people around me were such lazy listeners. Sometimes it felt like I was speaking a completely different…

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