What do you do when the most homophobic violence comes not from an anonymous blow as you’re walking down the street, but in the house you grew up in and from people who are supposed to love you?
I can’t imagine having to justify myself to my parents like this. No one should have to.
But this time, the depression was worse than I could have ever imagined and I couldn’t handle it. I got my dad’s 45 caliber gun and shot myself in the stomach.
On any given day, photos of babies (human, feline, canine) probably attract more positive attention in our social media newsfeeds than posts that are actually newsworthy.
It changed the way I wrote, and it changed what I wrote about.
Love openly and wildly because coming back from the depths of heartbreak will make you powerful in a way that nothing else compares to.
“This is exasperating!”
See your parents through a very limited lens. Think that they are here to teach you, to answer the phone when you have a question about a suspicious mole on your neck or an ache in your belly.
Ever since my grandfather walked out on him and his family, my dad dedicated his entire life to becoming the hardworking, successful man that he is today.
Then, there were those stories that made me want to call up my mother immediately and thank her for never being that insane. To thank her for not embodying the unfavorable stereotypes of the Jewish mother.