Will It Ever Stop Being Enough?
Every night before I go to bed I do one thing: slowly open the door to my daughter’s room and stand over her, hand gently pressed on her head or her cheek or her stomach, and I smile. Call …
I Never Thought I’d Pity My Mom for Dying
After losing my mom when I was fourteen, going through big life milestones can really run the gamut of “I wish she could be here for this” to “I can’t believe how long I’ve been crying in this Trader Joe’s …
Depression and Art. Obsession with Fart.
I’ve been dealing with depression my entire adult life. If you wanted to pinpoint when it began, you’d be an idiot not to circle the day my mother died. But I’m not sure if her death was the reason for my …