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I’m A Testosterone Novice

It’s not a secret anymore. Women make me nervous. On any given day, it would be easier for me to jump naked into a pit of venomous...

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Lost In Translation

I am heavy with the weight of the world, a ghost of the girl I used to be. Where is she? The one with the feet that skimmed the ground. I...

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How Can I Feel?

Every edge that I jump from; every memory that I try to bury within the freckled folds of my unkempt bedsheets; every word that I take back...

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Online Dating Insider: Single Mom Seeking Romance

The world of dating it always seemed too complicated for me. How do you keep things casual when it’s time to move things forward? In my...

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He Was A Man Of Few Words

I was in Target today and purposely ignored the huge display of Father’s Day cards. These days they seem to appear right after...

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What I Fear The Most

what I fear the most is not this spinning inexorable world perpetually casting shadows and monsters or even my own inevitable fleshy demise...

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Dad, I Forgive You

Raise your hand. Who’s had a perfect childhood? Who has perfect parents? Who has the perfect family? Unfortunately, most of us...

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Good. Better. Best. Do not rest until the GOOD becomes BETTER and the better becomes BEST.

My father was known for his positive and motivating adages. I have dreaded the mere thought of this day for my entire life. I have thought...

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For Lovers Spent

I wish I was the one you search for so you would stop getting colder as you walk away so you say But I am not the woman of your dreams I am...

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Love Letter to My Female Ancestors

Dear Female Ancestors, I have decided to do something impossible. I want to communicate back through time and space the love I feel for...

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I Saw Myself Naked Today

I saw myself naked today. Like most people, I typically take a quick glance at myself in the mirror after my morning shower—with a towel...

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My Relapse

April 11th, 2014, Rochester NY: It was a little after two o’clock in the morning; I was driving my car as steady as I possibly could,...

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In My Other Life

This entry is part 1 of 12 in the series: January Flashback Originally Published February 2016 Have your ever asked yourself: who would I...

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You’re Skinny You Don’t Have Problems

The delusions that make up a life. How did we get here in the first place? How do we go from being children, filled with joyous reckless...

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The Shot and The Draw: Teenage Heartbreak

I still remember the feeling of my first heartbreak. I’m not talking about –you’re over there and I’m way over here-heartbreak,...

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Dear Steven

Dear Steven, I know I owe you some kind of response but I am at a loss for words. Yeah, me Wordless. I left our conversation without...

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Too Fat to Drown

A distorted girl, too round around the edges no numbing mind still embedding into the malleable mush that her fat, clammy fingers cannot...

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When I Was Twenty-One

Our eyes met across the smoke filled bar The Boss playing on repeat on an 80’s jukebox I was a big girl doing shots Laughing, dancing and...

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Why I Rarely Tell People I Have a Mental Illness

Why is it that every organ in your body can get sick and you get sympathy except the brain? ―Ruby Wax Subtitle: It would be so much...

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Day 218: Cumulonimbus

My daughter’s eyes are swollen and puffy-popped pink with 85% pollen and 15% heartbreak. The boy who has been calling her his for the...

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Blow (A Love Story)

Your eyes, dark chocolate melted and mixed with sin. Impetuous daring, I slipped into the bucket seat. You said, Fasten your seatbelt, this...

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I’m Stable. Now What? My Radicalization Journey

“I don’t want to stay in the bad place, where no one believes in silver linings or love or happy endings.” ―Matthew Quick, The...

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When The Dark Days Come

honey like someone once said we belong a long way from here the tragic mysteries of life unfold in front of us and upon us leaving...

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I Am Jodi Arias’s Mother

This interview is the first time Sandy Arias has spoken publicly about her daughter Jodi Arias. Sandra Dee Allen was born in 1958 in a...

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I Am Your Mother

I’m your mother, but no I’m not listening. You’re talking in the backseat of the car. I hear you, barely. I’m your...

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Being a Birthmother on Mother’s Day

As with most pregnant teens during the “love generation,” I was told that the right thing to do was to relinquish my baby to a...

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