Every time we see the light from an incoming new year, all the lemmings scramble to plan their perky fresh start. Year after year we will join a…
I picture my daughter meeting her fiancé’s parents sometime in the distant future. They’ll ask polite questions about her family and she’ll respond with this: “My mother died…
How lucky we are to be living in a time that we can communicate with one another at the click of a button. Instantaneous delivery of the messages…
I wished he would just die. End his suffering, and mine. Dear Dad, You’re dead, and I’m free. Love, Sadie Mae NO MORE SHITTY CHILDHOOD.The first time my…
A little over ten years ago, I sat down to write her eulogy, which (as Mom was a long-time teacher) appropriately discussed all the things she taught me in…
Me too. But I’m not saying it on social media. I’m saying it here. Because there’s more to the story, and me, than just a hand raised in…
My wife suggested I write something about #MeToo and Harvey Weinstein, because “you had a reputation in college.” Not, unfortunately, as a gallant crusader for women’s rights. More as…
A shocking number of women are sharing their personal accounts of sexual abuse on social media under the #MeToo hashtag, which has (of course) led to some confusion…
Your husband has a mere headache, but he automatically now believes that he is going to be a chronic sufferer of cluster migraines. Or, maybe he got a…
About once a week, approximately 15 minutes after we’ve put my four-year-old to bed and left the room, I hear “Mommmmmy!” After another 15 minutes of trying to…