On what could possibly be my last night in rehab, I am inspired to write a farewell letter. The past 79 days have been a roller coaster of emotions: terror, pain, humiliation, anger, frustration, hopelessness, anxiety, loneliness, anticipation, hopefulness,...
You know this phase. The one where your counter is constantly covered in a not-found-in-nature shade of orange powder. The one where you can't step in your car without hearing the crunch of crushed crackers dropped from snack traps...
“Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken.” –Albert Camus
We all have certain family dynamics. Maybe your husband loves to kick off Memorial Day with hamburgers on the grill, or your middle child is carving...
I was the first of my friends to get pregnant. There was no seasoned veteran around to call upon when my water broke at the end of that pregnancy game. Suddenly, I was the rookie expected to bring home...
My husband texted he was on the way home. Before I could even blink, I responded in all caps "THANK GOODNESS" followed by a juvenile string of emojis because letters alone cannot illustrate the sheer terror of my desperation. Sibling...
When I was a new mom, I had been warned about so much — let's face it, that's everyone's favorite pastime with expecting mothers, right? To tell them all about how terrible having a new baby is? I had...
Just like Melanie Dale, the author of Women are Scary, I seemed to relate more to boys than girls growing up. Girls (like women) are scary- with their complicated emotions and snarky comments. When my husband and I first...
I held on too tight. When my kids needed to fly, I snipped their wings and pulled them back into the nest. Not because they weren’t ready, but because I wasn’t ready. I then turned around and let them...
The Uniboob. Long ago, a woman was dressing for her usual morning run when her husband walked by, gave her a sideways glance and muttered “hmmm.” The wife immediately asked him what he was hmmming about. He shrugged his...
I'm a high-maintenance friend. #HMF There I said it! I need a lot, but I give a lot. I'm a lover and one of the most loyal friends you'll ever have. I always seem to have something going on,...
I have been a stay-at-home mom for three years. I have sometimes loathed being stuck in a breastmilk-stained T-shirt with the scent of baby poo faintly on my hands, but most of the time I have loved being there...
I used to wonder which came first — my anxiety or the glaringly obvious fact that my son has special needs. After some reflection, it seems that I have always had anxiety. It manifested itself throughout a rather difficult...