Fighting the Lies my Childhood Told Me
I sat there across from the counselor in the small dimly lighted room. Tears streamed down my face as I…
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I sat there across from the counselor in the small dimly lighted room. Tears streamed down my face as I…
Continue ReadingThe light of the day is already starting to grow shorter. The shadows are lengthening, the evenings are cooler. Summer…
Continue ReadingI’ll never forget the day my little brother was born. I was outside playing with my best friend from up…
Continue ReadingDear Bully, Hello. Do you remember me? Well, maybe you don't remember me, but I remember you. I remember all…
Continue ReadingI took a class about the origin of the family as part of my undergraduate degree. One part of the…
Continue ReadingLoads of childhood bucket lists exist. I know because I have Googled them, always with the intent of ensuring my…
Continue ReadingThis morning, the “on this day” feature flashed a picture at the top of my Facebook feed of my oldest…
Continue ReadingIt always amazes me how much things seem to change from one generation to the next, especially in just the…
Continue ReadingI learned to read from Maria on Sesame Street. It was an odd mix of pride and disappointment for my…
Continue ReadingWe rush everything. We aimlessly try to beat the clock and complain that there are not enough hours in the…
Continue ReadingDuring the free-ranging and Little Debbie generation of the 80s in the land of ten-thousand lakes, a parent’s worst nightmare…
Continue ReadingWe sit cross legged on the floor, playing Candyland for the third time, “Please, Mommy, just one more time!” We…
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