There is a time of year where, if I am lucky, I will remember the very best moments only, and everything else is a giant red and green blur and then all of a sudden it is January 7th or 8th and my kid is ten inches taller and I am crying about her growing … Continue reading And We’re Off!!!!
The anxiety I am experiencing when I forget to do a dish or follow-up on a reminder is unreal. I am surrounded by tiny slips of paper, a calendar, a chalk board, napkins, and a few pens. I am in the pre-pre-stages of what I picture could turn into one of those conspiracy characters in … Continue reading Post-Addiction Angst
In honor of World Mental Health Day, I want to share some things with you. Yes, it was yesterday, but every day really needs to become World Mental Health Day. Awareness of mental health should be as plain as being aware that someone has physically visible ailments. And, like physically visible ailments, it should be … Continue reading World Mental Health Day
When things like, well, everything that is going on right now happens, it is very easy to get angry. Hell, I already have several times in the last month. That was even before the Las Vegas massacre perpetrated by a domestic terrorist (because that's what it is and that's who did it, regardless of his … Continue reading Love is a Weapon
I am a recovered drunk/addict who woke up from that lifestyle's self-imposed coma one day and realized I wasted an IQ of 155 on trying to forget a childhood and teenage life that I had no idea was not going to be permanent. I realize, in many ways, that the last time I was sober, … Continue reading The Cartoon Parent Manifesto
Hi. You don't know me. And if you do, you don't remember my name. But you do remember that I am a 30-year-old writer and my kid has high-functioning autism because I mentioned those things first. At lightening speed. You have already seen a lot of her support team; two of her grandmothers so far (yes, … Continue reading Open Letter to Parents From a Socially Awkward Mom for September 2017
I poured boiling water on my hand last week while I was making French press coffee. My phone cracked into pieces and I watched the calls I had been waiting for flash across the shattered screen, unable to answer them. I found out a childhood friend passed away before I was able to finish my … Continue reading Laughter