Be radical. Love Yourself.
I don’t know why it is so hard to love yourself. To love every part of whom you are. It is time to stop the micro-aggressive attacks. I hate seeing photos of myself. It is worse than going to …
I don’t know why it is so hard to love yourself. To love every part of whom you are. It is time to stop the micro-aggressive attacks. I hate seeing photos of myself. It is worse than going to …
I felt like I was opening a present as I sliced through the clear packing tape with an old plastic kitchen knife, unfolded the cardboard flaps and pulled a clump of 20-year old photos from the top of the box. …
“Can you describe your son?” the security guard at the First Aid tent asked. My son, boyfriend and I had walked four blocks from my apartment to the Death Cab for Cutie concert in the park. “He is super friendly …
I wrote this micro memoir as part of a writing exercise while I was co-facilitating a memoir writing workshop at Metro Jail. I like to participate in the writing with the participants, and was surprised that this little story wanted …
Untraditional, alternative, creative, innovative, and tenacious are all words that have been used to describe me. As hard as I try, I just don’t seem to get things done the same way as everyone else. My education and career path …
My kayak flipped, and rather than risk getting tangled up in the boat, ladder, and rope and held under water, I abandoned my gear and swam to shore. I had to make a split decision between paddling close to the …
Forget the Dwell photos, this is what it really looks like for one adult, two kids, a dog and a cat live in 750 square feet. I, like most freshly divorced people, downsized significantly—I moved into a space that is …