Cycle of Abuse

Some families carry secrets so dark they shape the air in every room. Mine did. We had a terrorist in our family. Not in the political sense—but in the truest sense of the word: someone who used extreme fear, violence, and control to dominate others. He was a predator...
Youth Mental Health – Fighting Together

Youth Mental Health – Fighting Together

Do you ever feel like the mainstream conversation around youth mental health misses the mark? Mental health has become a bit of a cultural cliché in some circles because of how frequently it’s discussed in mainstream culture, often in oversimplified or...
Cleaning House – Dirty Dishes and Dusty Floors

Cleaning House – Dirty Dishes and Dusty Floors

I Have A Dream Pristine, swept floors – floors which seem to go for miles as your eyes trace the interlocking wood planks down to the bay windows on the other side of the house. The smell of baking. A garden, pruned and detailed. Weeded meticulously. Counter tops that...
When It’s Time to Recharge

When It’s Time to Recharge

Always Someday Before kids, I always thought that there would be a time for writing. Somewhere off on the horizon when I was done with the all-consuming (life sucking?) office job, when I caught up on things and organized my life. The funniest of my delusions included...
No Rest for the Christmas Machine

No Rest for the Christmas Machine

Every Year, I Try to Muster the Courage to Take On the Christmas Season With A Smile. I don’t consider myself to be characteristically negative, but I am sure that Christmas was designed specifically to upset the delicate balance that my family has worked so hard to...
Socially Inept

Socially Inept

I’m getting to that age now where bad things are starting to happen to the good people in my life. Friends are enduring infidelity, divorce, death of spouses and parents – and I’m over here feeling like I should have my super-friend badge revoked for...
Postpartum Depression – What I Wish I’d Been Told

Postpartum Depression – What I Wish I’d Been Told

New mothers everywhere are being talked to about postpartum depression (PPD) at every government-run meeting. We are told ad nauseum to watch ourselves for signs of sadness that doesn’t dissipate beyond the baby blues. We are given stats and shown charts, but for a...
Beyond the ADHD Clinic: The Daily Struggles of Parenting ADHD

Beyond the ADHD Clinic: The Daily Struggles of Parenting ADHD

Early in my days as a new parent, my son’s pediatrician looked up at me while I complained of feelings of guilt for some marginal oversight. “Now that you’re a mother, you will come to understand that everything is your fault,” she said. Truer words have never been...