I Learned to Be a Man From My Mom

82% of single-parents are mothers. The number of single-mothers has risen over the years as divorce continues to climb at alarming rates and dads disappear.

 

There is magic in a mother’s hand. It’s soft and forgiving, a mother’s “hush” can sooth a crying baby instantly.… READ THE REST

He’s Manipulating You

College is a fresh start where students find new beginnings. Figuring out the next step in life and who you want to be is the hardest part about it. For me, all it took was one class and one pretty cool professor, and in that class I discovered the root of all my problems.… READ THE REST

What I Wanted In A Man


When I was fifteen my friends and I made dating contracts. It was a compiled list of all the qualities potential boyfriends would need to have in order to make the cut. We signed them in blood and pinky-swore we would never settle for a boy who did not check off ALL of our requirements.… READ THE REST

My Lesbian Neighbors

I live in a nice upper class community. The type of place where you can go for long walks and wave to Randy while he throws ribeyes on the barbie.

 

In my neighborhood is a lesbian couple. At least I assume them to be lesbians.… READ THE REST

My Brother Is Not Stupid, He’s Autistic.

“His behavior is out of control,” the stranger in the stands said. “Is he getting enough attention at home?”

 

Why, yes. Out of four kids, my brother gets 90% of the attention.

 

“I wonder what he’ll do,” said my sister’s friend as she had the brilliant idea to antagonize Nolan in public, enough so that his safety bubble was popped and he had an episode right there at the ball fields, in front of everyone.… READ THE REST

How Could You?

How did I learn to forgive?

 

This question has been the bane of my existence for 3 years now. Every event I speak at, I get asked that question and I truly can’t answer it. I am very good at beating around the bush.… READ THE REST

Good Mom, Bad Wife

There’s a common belief that as a mother, our needs are fulfilled last. Our food is always cold, we’re in a perpetual state of exhaustion, and the thank you’s for our service are few and far between. And that’s all true.… READ THE REST

Leaving For Love

Two days after my 29th birthday, I boarded a plane headed for Jordan. I was burned out, discouraged and heartbroken. In a span of ten years, I had experienced several personal setbacks, that left me severely depressed. With thirty just around the corner, I decided it was time for a change.READ THE REST

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