I’m Not Ashamed Of My Mental Illness, Not Anymore
When I was 18, I moved out of my mother’s house and into my own apartment. It wasn’t much: a
Read moreWhen I was 18, I moved out of my mother’s house and into my own apartment. It wasn’t much: a
Read moreYesterday I did something I don’t normally do: I stepped on the scale. I don’t know what compelled me to
Read moreAs I ebb ever closer to my mid-thirties, as I find myself choosing to turn off both music and the
Read more“Mommy, picture!” My daughter exclaimed. “Mommy, Mommy, MOM-MY!” The intensity of her voice was rising. Her frustration was growing. “No baby.
Read moreI hate New Year’s posts. I don’t “do” resolutions. I despise “recap” articles — ones that outline accomplishments, and recall
Read moreLet me start by saying that I’ve never been fat, at least not in any conventional sense. I don’t have stretch
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