I erased you from my memory. Until I was forced to look you in the eye–in a picture I dug up on Facebook. It’s true, I was stalking myself. But it was for a good cause. I needed to share … Continue reading →

You could be anywhere else right now. But you’re here—in my little space on the web where I write and wrestle. Thank you for reading my letter to Tillie, republished on Scary Mommy! My hope for Tillie today is that she’s … Continue reading →

I want you to know that I don’t get it, that I can’t get it. And—yet, somehow—I do. For my best friend who is a mother of two boys and describes her life as a daily Clorox commercial: I see … Continue reading →

Who gets to decide if her life matters? For the woman in Target with her bald head wrapped in a colorful scarf, barely able to push her cart down the aisle because she’s weak, she’s coming to the end, she might not … Continue reading →

I flipped my head upside down, scrunching and shaking out the curls, and that’s when I saw it: my toilet. I stayed upside down and I laughed, to myself of course, because I knew I had to tell you right … Continue reading →

My family, well, you could say we all grew up in waiting rooms. We’ve seen cancer, we’ve seen tumors, we’ve seen hearts, we’ve seen brains, we’ve seen backs, we’ve seen all the unknowns, we’ve seen and felt all the broken. … Continue reading →

“I couldn’t believe she said that,” Amy said into the phone. “So what do you think I should do?” And before I could utter any word of advice, Amy said, “Ahh! I did it again! Another flashing camera. I should … Continue reading →

Just a girl waiting for all the head counters to stop telling me that I’m waiting to get my ducks in a row. Just a girl waiting for the graph makers to stop drawing lines that show I’m choosing to … Continue reading →

Until about a month ago, I thought I had a very distinct childhood memory, forever etched into my mind as the moment my dad let me go at the top of the big hill. I was still young enough to … Continue reading →