To the Single Mom Who Juggles It All (and Drops a Few Balls)

Written in one rough, frayed take because . . . no time. Seemed appropriate. Happy Mother’s Day to the single mom who fiercely loves her children and steps into any and every role to keep her precious family safe and stable. feels the crushing weight of not only...

Showing Scars #1: I’m Afraid of the Dark

Everyone is messed up; some people’s scars are just easier to hide. In the interest of living naked, I decided to show some of mine. When I compare notes with other survivors, knowing I’m not the only one facing this or that helps me keep going. Let’s start...

When I Wanted Suicide But Didn’t Kill Myself

A culture that has lost its faith in life cannot comprehend why it should be endured.—Andrew Coyne Physician-assisted suicide, also known as death with dignity, is familiar to most of us since Brittany Maynard’s choice to die before brain cancer killed her. I don’t...

Why I Live Naked

We are girls with skinned knees We are concrete and grace Here’s to the girls with bruises and scars. – Superchick, “Anthem” The moment that you feel that, just possibly, you’re walking down the street naked, exposing too much of your heart and your mind and what...