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The mystery woman beamed up at me from the restaurant booth. I smiled back, my brain stumbling to figure out if I knew her, when she said, “I work with autistic children. I can be a resource to you.” I stared at her. “I’m sorry – what?” She then proceeded to rattle off a short […]
The moment I walked through the junior high doors, the baddies would pounce on me like a pack of jackals. “Buy some weed, kid!” they would sneer, shoving me back and forth like a hairbow-wearing sack of potatoes. If things got really bad, maybe they’d try to hold me down and force something….up my nose? […]
“Do you ever think about taking your own life?” asked the psychiatrist with a face like a board. I stared into his clinical eyes. “No.” It was a lie. After hauling myself up four flights of stairs to my dorm room, I’d tilt my head over the railing, imagining what it would be like to […]
Here’s the thing we’re not supposed to say in my family – one of our own can get irrationally angry over just about anything. We’ll call him “Schmad”. This doesn’t happen every day – in fact, most days it doesn’t happen. But that’s the rub of it – you never can tell when Schmad is […]
I am doing the thing adults don’t do. At least, the thing working-age, bill-paying adults don’t do in American society. I’m taking a month off. A sabbatical, if you will. I keep waiting for someone to scream, “Spoiled! Slacker! Must be nice!” at me. So far, no one has, at least not where I can […]
I was born into a gig and I have to get away from it. And by “gig”, I mean “life defining label”. I need to stop being the mayor’s daughter already. People I met as an adult – sur-PRISE! People I grew up with – how weird is it that not everybody in my little […]
I was not a Hallmark movie kind of new mom. No obsessive nursery decorating, no mother-daughter dresses, no series of portraits declaring “I’m (this many) months old today!” You have to remember, I missed my own infant losing her umbilical cord due to my time in the special hospital. (If you’re new here, by “special […]
My family and I got kicked out of church when I was a kid. Actually, we kicked ourselves out. There I am in my lacy white dress, circa Christmas eve 1988, obediently sitting in the massive sanctuary beside my dad. My mom lingers outside the doors, watching my two year old brother zoom around the […]
The thing that I’ve been drooling over for months drooled back. Ew. What I mean is, this beautiful cupcake of an opportunity that I’ve been eyeing for months was offered to me. And I turned it down. This isn’t how the story is supposed to go. I’m supposed to say, I took it! Here I […]
When you go public about something that’s not usually public, people open up to you in a a different way. After I published the blogs in Depression: The Mini-Series about the gritty details of my depression, my swing into mania and recovery, a small wave of people reached out to me. I’d been in a […]