Somewhere deep down, we all want to feel needed here, beyond Can you count these paper clips? Way beyond Turn in your time sheets. So far beyond Pay your doctors’ bill or It’s time for your colonoscopy.
How to cancel your pity party
I used to babysit a little boy who would say (on repeat during his Cars movie obsession), “Oh no! Tow Mater’s stuck in the mud! Stuck in the mud! Stuck in the mud!” And it reminds me of the emails I receive from readers all over the world. I’m stuck in the mud… I’m stuck in the…
If time could talk
On tonight’s agenda: family dinner. My brother’s long-time girlfriend will pick up pizzas from Anthony’s, one large brushchetta and one large pepperoni. He texted in the group family chat, Does this work for everyone?, as if the guy at Anthony’s doesn’t know our name and our order and my womanly status by heart, every…
Stories hiding in wooden pews
Recently, I spruced up my tagline on my social media bios. It says, “Lover of words, sprinkles, & wooden pews.” I think you understand the love of words, and if you spend some time with me you’ll know I have a very best friend who wants to throw me a sprinkle-themed party. And I…
The voices I hear in your head.
Fortunately for me, it’s really trendy right now to admit that you’re a mess. All you have to do is look around this blog or Google my name and you’ll see that I’m a mess. For instance, this blog can’t decide whether to tell you I’m sick, I’m an addict’s daughter, or that I’ve lost…
This One’s for All the Readers with Dads Who Didn’t Survive Addiction
Dear Author, Thanks for sharing your story. But, honestly, it pissed me off. You forgot one key thing: not everyone gets a happy ending. My dad didn’t survive. But I’m glad yours did. Signed, Broken Dear Broken, Do you know what it feels like to cross the finish line of a marathon and breathe…