Life

Maybe she’s born with it. Maybe it’s confidence.

And the three words I ended up telling myself

Love from beyond the grave.

A Deluge of “D” words and my Definition to Describe Divorce

Turns out I’m not perfect at that either.

A Top 10 List Of BrettCB’s Mostly Unromantic Escapades

It took a lot of different pants

And no, I don’t hate it

I f*cked up

When my introverted self went to my first Jazz class at age four, I felt beautiful, confident, and free. There was a lightness to the way I…

It’s not “real women have curves,” although I hate that too.

How to make the same fuck up more than once

It’s about rebuilding a past

Certainly Not the One I Expected

A tale of growing up with a textbook narcissist for a mother and an abusive alcoholic for a father.

The hallway that I race down… [TW: food]

(Hint: It’s much further than I thought)