I don’t see myself as a perfectionist, because I don’t do things perfectly. (See: the irony of perfectionism) However, I would be lying if I didn’t say that the pursuit of becoming perfect occupied a lot of my emotional time. The pursuit gave me the...
It was October 16, 1996. I am 15 years old and sitting in an assembly at my high school chatting with my friends when the nurse finds me and tells me that my Mom is here and needs to talk to me. Meredith is dead.I hear my Mom’s words before I ever make it to the...
I was standing in the shower, getting ready to settle in for the evening, when I felt something snake down my back, my leg and my ankle. Somewhat alarmed, I looked down to see what could cause that strange sensation and I saw a huge clump of my hair tangled...
I sit here typing with my newborn sleeping in her Moby strapped to my chest and my toddler playing happily next to me at our kitchen table with his cloud dough and monster trucks. It’s quiet (with the exception of some Uptown Funk – who wants to...
Hey folks! Been awhile. What’s new? Well for me, I had a baby so sh*t’s been a little crazy! But we’re slowly adjusting and I’d like to get back to writing when my children cooperate. And right now my 3 year old is...
If there’s anyone who knows what it feels like to try to be perfect constantly, it’s me. Let me start at the beginning. I’m a cancer survivor. I beat Hodgkin’s Lymphoma when I was 15 years old. I also lost one of my best friends to cancer less...
