The Redneck Next Door

I assumed the big white guy next door in the American flag shirt was going to be exactly what that symbol has come to represent lately. I was wrong. Turns out he was the guy quietly cooking carne asada, watching out for my kids, and getting just as pissed as I did when the cops hassled them. Sometimes the person you brace yourself against ends up being the one standing beside you.

Dying Inside? Don’t Worry. Someone Will Surely Remind You That It Could Be Worse

If I Hear “It Could Be Worse” One More Goddamn Time… When my mom died, they said, “She’s in a better place.” When my dad passed, I heard, “He lived a good life.” When my best friend and life-partner died, it was the infamous, “Be grateful for the time you shared.” When I lost dozens […]

Hysteria: A Brief History of Losing Your Sh*t and Getting Punished for It

The Women Who Weren’t Allowed to Break There’s something quietly terrifying about realizing you come from a long line of women who were punished for feeling out loud. Women who were diagnosed with a mental illness the moment they cracked under the weight of carrying too much for too long.  They didn’t get compassion.  They […]