It’s hard telling people you don’t want to have kids. They look at you suspicious, eyebrows arched up nearly into their hairlines. It feels impossible telling people I can imagine a life (just as beautiful, just as meaningful), in which I never had the kids that are currently fighting over…

Not forgiveness, but maybe acceptance of my dead alcoholic parents I sit on the fluffy carpet, my legs pulled up, my back against the couch, my milk-drunk, sleepy newborn facing me, resting against my thighs. Eyes closed, mouth partially open with a little milk dribble trickling down her chin. I…

In fact, it reeks of toxic positivity and spiritual bypassing My mother once said the only thing she regretted was smoking, because it made her develop COPD (which eventually led to an early and painful death). In the same breath, she said that she had no regrets about her alcoholism. To my fucking face she said this. I know what…

I wished for both on my 41st birthday “Hey guys, we got a bouncy house in the backyard today. Feel free to use it anytime this afternoon.” I’d walked across the street where my neighbor was hanging out in the front yard with her two little boys. She asked why we had a bouncy house. “I got it…

My father gave me his glass knees and dark sense of humor. His hazel eyes with the gold flecks on green. His love for books and good food. He told me to stop looking in the mirror so much, because vanity was a sin. He never left the house without…

At the gym, the coach sometimes divides us into teams to compete against each other for the workout. I hate those days with a blistering passion. I’m usually the slowest, the “weak link.” It reminds me of high school gym class and always getting picked as one of the last…

Growing into my own after growing up in the wreckage of addiction Exactly four months ago to the day, I wrote a post about being a Pick-Me Girl and waiting around for editors to choose my writing, and something or someone to tell me I’m worthy and valuable. I’d just spent the last Christmas ever with all our kids living at home…

If you’re a bad, boring writer who only repurposes other people’s ideas and words, ChatGPT will be the death of you because AI is much faster than any of us at regurgitating what’s already been written elsewhere. But if you’re an original thinker and writer, ChatGPT can be the assistant…

Oh hey. I made a thing for you that I hope you’ll find valuable. Since it’s my first time, I’m offering it at a discount and would love to…