Don’t Leave a Voicemail Unless You’re My Mother

Even with this clear instruction recorded on my phone’s greeting, invariably, friends and family will still leave me little messages that sound something like this–not ranked in order of annoyance. “Hi, it’s Karen. I know I’m not your mother, but please call me.” “Oh, hi. Ha ha. Funny. Call me. Read more

The Day I Started Dating an Italian Named Giovanni

Days passed, and romance blossomed. Of course, it wasn’t mine. Lee started dating Pietro, the round, balding member of the trio while Kathy, who already had a boyfriend waiting for her back home—making it even less fucking fair—was being squired around town by the blue-eyed Adonis. Daphne had found her Read more

I Call My Daughters Pretty ALL the Time

I have two little girls, and I tell them they’re pretty all the time. I’m their daddy, and I think they really want me to see them as pretty. So I acknowledge that I do in fact think they’re pretty. I think they should grow to want to receive regular Read more

Phoenix Rising: Thriving With Depression

She always asks how I am doing. I rattle off a few tidbits, mainly professional milestones or interesting people who I crossed paths with over the past week, simultaneously picking at fluff that does not exist on her couch. She probes again “How are you doing?”   I always reply “I told you Read more

Lithium, My Toxic Love Affair

***DISCLAIMER: The author of this piece is NOT encouraging ANYONE to go off of their prescribed psychiatric medicine. This is her story, her journey. Please remember that while enjoying her creative words. The glass inside the car felt cold and comforting as I pressed my damp cheek up against it, Read more