I have never been a “dessert person.” Sure, I enjoy snacks as much as the next gal or guy, but I always preferred savory to sweet. (Seriously; when my parents would let us choose one, an appetizer or a dessert, I always voted for nachos, mozzarella sticks, or twice-baked potato […]
I should have realized something was wrong when I wanted to hold a tray of sushi instead of my one-day-old daughter. I should have realized something was wrong when I broke down in tears — when I screamed at my husband — as I tried to secure our three-day-old daughter […]
[nextpage title=”Page 1″ ] While ALF only hung around for four short seasons, he was a staple in my childhood. With his fake fur coat, long, leathery brown snout — think Gonzo, coated in chocolate and melting in the midday sun — and unapologetic love for belches and burping, he […]
“You’re such a sore loser and a cry baby. You always cry. See that guys? She’s crying.” I could feel my blood boiling beneath the water’s surface. I could feel my heart racing, pounding inside my chest. Sure, I had just finished swimming 6 or 7 laps, but it was […]
When I was 17-years-old, I tried to kill myself with a bottle of Tylenol, 4 Advil, and a 12-ounce can of Coke. I wrote a four page suicide letter in mint green “gel” ink — a note of explanations and apologies — folded it up, placed it in my right […]
Let’s face it: while you may or may not have had a thriving sex life before the birth of your child, once baby comes along sex is often the first thing to go. I mean, most of the time sex is restricted thanks to “doctors’ orders,” but between the sleepless […]
Every so often, when speaking about my depression, a well-intentioned friend or family member reminds me that “it’s okay; everyone gets depressed.” While I know the phrase is meant to lift my spirits and remind me I am not alone, I cannot help but cringe. But instead of speaking up, I […]
In late 2011 I realized what depression looks like. While importing photos from a family trip to Disney World I came across one which showed “the real me,” the one behind the cheesy smile—the one without props or people to hide behind, without shoulders to hang off of. This is […]