I’m woken by the flicker of light between the bedroom blinds. I lay still and anticipate the fall, and by fall I mean that feeling you get when…
My cheek pressed to the cold steel of the examining table, I strained to determine just what the various doctors grouped around my posterior were thinking when they…
When I was 24, I broke up with a man-boy because his lifestyle of vanilla piousness was at odds with my lifestyle of blackout drinking and recreational shoplifting.…
We’ve all heard and read stories about how a parent’s death can bring out the worst in their adult children. It can be Jerry Springer meets the Kardashians… ain’t no one comes out looking classy or dignified. The infighting often devolves into a fight to the death over a favorite serving platter or lamp. Throw
I collect people. Not in some creepy Jeffrey Dahmer way. And not in the urban dictionary sense of adding random followers to my social media accounts. But from phases of life to states I’ve called home, places I’ve visited and groups I’ve belonged to – I have assembled a group of people, my people. Some are part
It’s 6:55 AM on a Saturday morning, the only day I can sleep in and for some reason my mind is hyped like a Jack Russell with a tennis ball. There will be no more sleeping going on. Also, thanks to new memory foam pillows I received for Christmas, I can’t even adequately suffocate
I have to tell you that my early years were great. I had a lot of fun—cruising on my banana-seat chopper from one Kick the Can game to another, trolling forests with the neighborhood gang, being president of a shoplifting club. (Sorry, reader, but the adrenaline rush of pocketing a Hello Kitty eraser is a
I am no stranger to disgusting things. When I was 8, my brother slammed his foot in the front door, and his big toe was left with a mangled and eventually blackened toenail. Within a week it fell off, and he unceremoniously tossed that sucker into my Barbie Dream Camper, right next to Ken and
According to the Canadian Institute for Health Information, over the period of 2012-2013 (the most recent statistics we could find), more than 40,000 women in Canada had a hysterectomy. If those numbers blow your mind, we hope you’re sitting down right now because the National Women’s Health Network in the United States reports a staggering
She looks so peaceful and calm, as if sleeping. The doctors say to talk to her; she can hear you. I don’t believe them and I look for…