Now you’re here and I am standing on a park bench yelling into a bullhorn in front of a crowd of protesters, exposing long-healed wounds freshly excavated by my own digging, in order to call you by name to those who do not know you.Read More
The entire non-confrontational population has been synchronistically activated. Call me a special snowflake one more time.
Reality TV has become redundant.
White, upper middle class, suburban stay-at-home moms throw killer protests. (And make the cutest signs.)
I’m no longer embarrassed about crying to my conservative family members months ago, when I told them I was afraid for my children and compared Trump to Hitler. Validation!
Panic attacks are the new cardio.Read More
Step one: Alternate between denying your mental illness and seeking naturopathic treatments for twenty years.
Step two: Sing the praises of Prozac to all who will listen.
I received no congratulations for battling anxiety, depression, obsessive compulsive, and premenstrual dysphoric disorders without medication.
There were no points awarded for putting forth every molecule of effort I had in order to remain highly functional while horror scenes of irrational fears, and self-loathing monologues played behind my eyes.
I deserved a medal.Read More
He is right because he yells the loudest. The truth isn’t what you heard him say and saw him do, it’s what he says he said and did. Everyone in the room is a weirdo but him. Everyone a suspect. Greeting strangers with a dirty look. Always shifting blame away from himself. Never an apology that doesn’t somehow accuse someone else’s feelings of being the problem. You’re being emotional. That makes you crazy. You are not entitled to an opinion other than his. It’s his way or the highway. Just who the hell do you think you are?
This man raised me and this man broke me.Read More
While missing the sound of a rewinding tape, I consider whether humanity’s current struggles are more intense now than they have been in the past or if everyone feels this way when they are old enough to pay attention. Is this just what we do when we have collected enough memory to compare then to now?Read More
Fall invigorates with its crisp air and vibrant color, welcoming the return of hearty meals and sunsets before bedtime. But just as we are being delivered the bounty of harvest season, snuggling into sweaters and smacking our lips in anticipation of savory soup and sweet pie, there is murder all around us.Read More
The first thing I posted to my website (the one with the domain name that sounded like a McDonald's menu item) was a five thousand (one thousand) word story about making blackberry jam that didn’t turn out. The jam or the story. My initial plot was to begin writing publicly by throwing everything I could think of at all sides of an Internet I was just discovering. For some reason this included posting recipes and crafts. It was more than a year before I realized roasted brussel sprouts in a gorgonzola cream sauce and nursery mobiles made of wrapping paper scraps from baby shower gifts are not literary devices.Read More