When the past calls, let it go to voicemail. It has nothing new to say.
My cousin and I are fifteen months apart, and being close in age set us up for comparison. I wasn't the pretty one, but I was the lucky one. I had a great cousin and friend
Is there such a thing as a dream job? Is this ideology losing steam? I put all my eggs in my basket, and it was teaching. It did not pan out well. Did I fail? Was I set up to fail? Why did I push so hard for something that wasn't meant to be?
Don't label me. Noone deserves to be put in a box, so everyone can judge them. I hated being chubby. Can you break through a label, though?
Southern California is beautiful. It's beloved by all. But I fled Los Angeles like a refugee. To me So Cal was alcoholism, emotional abuse, and failed dreams.
I'm getting sentimental, staring down my fortieth birthday. Do I wish I had the body I had at twenty? Yes. Do I want the insecurity? No.
How strong is the genetic link in mental health? I provide only a single case study, but it seems strong, and maybe you can relate.
Science was my favorite subject in school. It made sense. It illuminated the mysteries of the world. We learned about planets, weather, ecosystems, the human body, and genetics. My favorite. How much of that information do we retain through adulthood though? Could you help a kid pass science?
Do you often find yourself smacking your forehead and wondering "Why did I do that? Am I an idiot?" You probably aren't that much different from anyone else in that matter, but let's see how scatter-brained you are.
My Parents. How have I failed you? Let me count the ways.
Having a chronic pain condition is the worst. I long for a proper diagnosis and a compassionate doctor. Make this life with pain worth living.
Anxiety. Depression. Chronic Pain. Panic. The world has imploded around you. Take a deep breath, and figure it out.
If You Gave a Mouse a Cookie is a classical beloved children's story about a hungry, curious adorable rodent. Pelvic floor dysfunction has left me at the mercy of an equally insatiable battery of healthcare providers.
Aesop’s fables demonstrate classically important life lessons. The tale of City House and Country Mouse is basically my story. You see, there are city folk and country folk, just as there are introverts and extroverts, just as there are field mice and sewer rats. I'm the sewer rat.
Terriers are just right. Jack Russel, Fox, Yorkshire, Boston. Here's all you need to know about them.
Online dating is not for the faint of heart, but the peer pressure to be on dating apps is real. And I think I failed.
My family is Italian. Not so much as geographically Italian, but like culturally Italian. We’re Italian in that we are unquestionably Catholic. My family believes in a slowly cooked pot of tomato sauce on a Sunday as much as the Holy Spirit.
“Can I get you a drink?” seems like a fairly benign conversation starter, but when I hear it I know I’m probably about to offend somebody, or at least lose their interest. Do I owe them an explanation? Do you want to meet the alcoholics in my life?
You hear overgeneralizations about only children, oldest siblings, or the baby in the family all the time. The baby is always in the shadows, scavenging for what's left of the attention and control, as far as I can tell. No matter if you're in grammar school or approaching middle-age.
What do we really tell kids when we tell them they can be anything they want to be when they grow up? Why are we guiding them to make career decisions as children? There is a lot to be learned from the so-called Great Resignation. Maybe we can start by doing better by our kids.
It was August 9th, 2008 when I entered an eating disorder inpatient treatment center. There’s no turning around from acknowledging that you need help. That help may come in many shapes and styles, and it isn't always pretty.
I don’t have girlfriends like I used to when I was in high school and college, and that’s a shame. Where have the partners in crime gone? Have we all grown up? What's left?
Arriving at a diagnosis for my chronic pelvic pain has been a long and frustrating journey.
Everyone should work in the service industry at some point. It really shines a light on humanity and can teach you how to treat people. It can also make for some funny stories, and you'll most likely meet some cool people.
Some people have negligent parents, authoritarian parents, permissive parents, absentee parents. My parents are the best, but Mom has a flair for the dramatic. It's a sight to behold. And what I'm really looking for here is for someone to be on my side.
At what point do eating behaviors become disordered? What does recovery from an eating order look like? How can someone really change? I've been there, done that. I have one of the most powerful monkey minds, and if I'm functioning, there's hope for anyone.
I'm embarrassed to say it, but I've moved back home with my parents. And, unfortunately, I will have to parenting these retirees.
I moved to Florida and then I moved back. In the middle of that there's a lot of stuff I really don't like to talk about, but it takes up a lot of space in my brain. What do you have when you don't have your health or family?
Everyone has a home town. Only some escape. But really, is the grass always greener on the other side?
The dating game is difficult. Being in a relationship is hard work. What are we all looking for and how will we know when we are happy? Satisfied? I certainly don't have all of the answers.
Are you a dog person? Dogs are man's best friend. They hold family together. They bring light to our lives. I can put my life in chronological order based on dog.