Proudly serving unpolished working motherhood, with bipolar depression & hilarity on the side
It starts small, masquerading as tiredness or temporary irritation. Maybe you hit the snooze button too many times. Maybe you trail out of conversations, shrinking into yourself and losing eye contact. I do all that stuff and then pull up the best of me, rising from the ground like a Macy’s Thanksgiving day balloon, to […]
I’m sitting here on Martin Luther King Junior Day, pondering whether it’s safe to go downtown like I’m supposed to this week because armed far-right extremists may be there too, protesting the outcome of the presidential election. The irony is not lost on me that, after the past year of pandemic and protests and rioters […]