I’m 35 And I’m Glad I Don’t Have Kids Or A Husband
I am 35 and not married and I don’t have kids and I’m not a publisher and I don’t own a big house or a car and I’m not where I always thought I would be at 35.
I Created A Persona Of Myself For My (Ex) Boyfriend
Before we were dating, back when we were just friends, my ex once told me that I had “perfect skin”. I…
That Time A Five-Year-Old Called Me The F-Word
Recently a five-year-old dropped an F-bomb on me. We were hanging out while her mom was running errands. She curled up…
This Is My Open Letter To My Eating Disorder
“Wow, she’s gained so much weight.” “She really looks terrible.” “I can’t believe how big she is.” This is what I…
Of False Bravery And Half-Truths
I waited for the elevator to make its way to the ground floor of the parking garage. It was one of…
Speak Your Truth
“No, it’s fine.” I could hear the words coming out of my mouth, a common refrain, contradictory in grammar as well…
Angels, Turtles And Magic: A Week In The Galápagos
My roommate sleeps with a smile on her face. We are here, in the Galápagos Islands, for a weeklong retreat. The…
This Was My Christmas In Exile
My family, together. My family, in love. My family, happy.
Waiting For The Perfect Moment
I’m sitting outside on our patio, sipping tea and writing while overlooking the waves on the shoreline below, the early morning mist still rising off the water.
This Is How You Change A Life. This Is How You Do It.
I walked slowly, accompanied only by the broken disc in my spine and a fuzzy Vicodin hangover, to Cedars Sinai Hospital for back surgery.