Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
All of us know it, the feeling of a sinking heart, the blush of the cheeks and the crushing blow of embarrassment. We are so ashamed. For some of us the tendrils of the debauched emotion of shame can morph into anger or depression, sometimes both. Shame has been a Read more
“What do you want me to do,” she asked, “live until I’m 88?!” “No,” I replied quietly, “I want you to live until I’m 88.” It was at that moment I finally realized my mother was dying. I had been down this road with her for what seemed like an Read more
OMG did I do anything right as a parent??? So my first born is off to college! It leaves me wondering what did she learn from me? What did I forget to teach her, show her or just plain old expose her to? I am not so certain I want Read more
I wish you had held me longer. I could use the heat of your hands on mine right now. There’s this rising of warmth in my chest when I think of us. Sitting across from each other, skin patches stitched together, feelings untouched looming over our heads like a mobile. Read more
I have news. I’m engaged. I know, right? I mean, you don’t know me, so you’re not familiar with my dating-slash-sexual history, but trust me – this is a big deal. I am one of those rare and freakishly fucked up people who, at forty-plus, has never been married. And, Read more
Now pay attention. The next sentence will be the most important words I write. I have loved being alive. I’d like you to pause and remember it as we move through the uncomfortable. It’s 4:00 AM. The house has gone quiet. I am tucked in bed safe and sound, baby Read more
I was doing some internet stalking the other night. It’s a habit that falls somewhere between nail-biting and mainlining, in the sense that once I start I can’t stop, even though it makes me more and more depressed the deeper into it I get. I was looking at Rob’s Facebook Read more
Sugar and spice and everything nice that’s what little girls are made of. Sunshine and rainbows and ribbons for hair bows that’s what little girls are made of. Tea parties, laces and baby doll faces that’s what little girls are made of. —Unknown Cinderella and a prince. Straight A’s and a Read more