Family Lessons Learned Too Well — I am caged in a house of lies, looking for a way out. It wasn’t a conscious decision to buy this house. I nailed together a white lie here and there. A series of small responses came together brick by brick until a wall was built. …

Why Do We Have To Make It About Us — I’ll be honest and start with a bit of a mea culpa. I’m quite tired of being told that, as a white woman, I need to do better. I internally roll my eyes when someone tells me that my thinking or my language is problematic. …

A Poem

You said it’s you and me forever on bended knee and I believed.

How my husband's mid-life crisis was centered around his infatuation with the President of America. — I wish my husband would have had the stereotypical midlife crisis. I’d rather he bought a sports car and found a younger woman. I think I could deal with that. Instead, I am faced with the frightening realization that he is choosing Donald Trump over me. …

A Poem about Healing — Covered in bandages Wrapped so tightly So many wounds Deep and shallow, old and new Wounds upon wounds No longer knowing where one ended and one began Bandages woven together Holding me upright, sealing in the pain, the fear, and the anger. …

Poetry —

What If Procrastination Is Failure? Procrastination has long been in my repertoire. I have joked that if procrastination were an Olympic event, I would undoubtedly receive the Gold Medal. That is unless I procrastinated so much that I didn’t show up for the competition. …

Sometimes It’s Too Late to Go Back — I sit in a small office with a woman who is telling me about the abortion that I will have tomorrow. She seems nice enough. Her shirt has polka dots but is too tight across the chest. Her face is friendly and I sense that she feels a bit sorry…