The Emotion
“Your brother, this is the older adult one in his 40s????????” – my therapist, 2026. I thought I would come back at some point to tell you part 2 of what happened on 9/11/01, but my “family” somehow managed to get more fucking whack in the meantime. Had I not started this writing, a place…
Nine One One
The timeframe escapes me now, but it was post-high school graduation — year is 2000. I am sitting outside my friend Melissa’s house, on the curb. At 18 I was a pothead, had dropped out of Eastern and didn’t really know what to do because–as previously mentioned, I was kicked out after my parents’ divorce…
Even children get older and I’m getting older too
When I had my first child, something in me changed, as they say. But motherhood was rife with hurt and confusion for me. I could not wrap my mind around being away from my baby, ever. And what I mean by that, is not physical connection, but being part of their lives forever. To know…
