I ran away from home the other day. No, I didn’t leave with my coloring books and a Barbie. I went in my car, with my purse, the…
I carry a claw hammer in my car. Everyone thinks it’s funny. Like, why would any sane human have mints, Kleenex, Dramamine—and a mini cudgel—in their glove compartment?…
I distinctly remember the first time I heard the word perimenopause. After several negative pregnancy tests that resulted from a late period, I called a friend for advice.…
Yep, it’s a thing. And if you haven’t yet been involved in a shopping cart rage incident yet – as perpetrator, victim or witness – you will soon…
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