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2016 — A Year in Review: Questioning, Writing, Wearing the Ugliest Sweater I’ve Ever Seen and Celebrating the Only First Date I Would Ever Need


For me, it wasn’t long ago that the end of the year meant partying like a rock star deep into the suburban night followed by long, lazy stretches on the couch, burning afternoons away and watching an endless string of romantic comedies on TBS. But now, I’m proud to announce I’m a responsible adult (of […]

Having fun with injection drugs (or growing goat horns)


For the last three years I’ve been a bit of a pin cushion. Most doctor appointments involve the rolling of a sleeve, an alcohol swab across the crook of my arm and a little pin prick and a lot of blood giving. And you know what, I happily give. Blood and needles have never really […]

The Only Way to Find Happiness


On a recent cold, wind-snapped morning, I asked class of college-bound high school seniors a simple question. What brings you happiness? (I know, a simple yet dicey question to ask a bunch of curiously bored 17 year olds). Their answers were both surprisingly PG and unsurprisingly boring: Sleep, Saturday, my bed, Netflix, my dog (because all he does is sleep). I […]

7 Reasons Why My Child is a Suburban Dictator


Don’t be fooled. You’re looking a menace. A television hogger. A fickled eater. A picky dresser. A mess maker. A bed jumper. An interrupter of conversations. And a careless pisser. You’re staring into the soft but tyrannical face of a suburban dictator. This is my youngest child, Dylan. He is 3. And if you let him, he will rule your world. […]

Passing Through: A Reflection


Last Thursday night, after I finished the final edits for “The Day I Learned I Couldn’t Jump (or Learning to Fly)” I couldn’t sleep. While writing that story, I felt like a guest at a reunion of sorts. Bill and Denise and the two chatty Cathys on the treadmill were in attendance. Although brief, it […]

When Your Child Says the “F” Word


  I wasn’t ready for it. Not yet. I mean, I knew it would come one day like something in the mail, like something I sent away for. But I just didn’t think it would happen on a nondescript morning like this. But parenthood is funny like that. One moment you’re cruising along, one hand […]