Another Year, Another Bad Birthday
Another year, another bad birthday. I should expect to be disappointed, yet somehow, I am still surprised. If your birthday was a catastrophe again this year, you're in good company.
Why All the Questions? Pretending It’s Not Paranoia
Are the annoying questions I am subjected to by my mother the beginning stages of mental illness or just her paranoia? Either way, not good.
Dirty Big Secrets – Hiding a Legacy of Mental Illness
My aunt was diagnosed with something, put in a home, and never spoken of again. My family treats mental illness like a dirty secret.
Wish Me a Happy Father’s Day
I won't limit myself to one holiday. As a single parent I am going to celebrate all the holidays. I claim Father's Day for myself now.
It’s Swimsuitphobia Season!
A floss bikini in a celebrity style column sent me straight back to the mustard yellow pageant humiliation of 1983. My relationship with swimsuits has always been complicated.
