family drama
As a Muslim, I didn’t want my kids to decorate her Christmas trees. We argued, it was ugly, we stopped talking.
family drama
I have no family, and I am happier then I have ever been in my life.
race
I never expected to go home with him for the holidays this year, nor did I expect any of our kisses to begin with Kay. But as much as I’ve seen photos of his family members and know their names, I did kind of expect that at least one of them might come to know mine.
poverty
I am calling for an end to the kind of belittling situationally-poor people are subject to, because the struggle -- even though it doesn’t begin at birth -- is very real and trivializing it only serves to pull down a sinking person further.
race
I didn't mind living in rural Tennessee until I had two black children.
cyber stalking
The other day I logged into LinkedIn to find that my father had endorsed me in not one, but five skills. He thinks I’m a great blogger, by the way.
breastfeeding
Here's my response to the person who said "No one wants to see this" about my breastfeeding photo.
ihtm contest
When I wiped, I saw a single white worm on the toilet paper. Like any sane person would do, I freaked out, sobbing hysterically at 5 am.
holidays
One year, in my early teens, my dad’s then-girlfriend gave me a Thighmaster for Christmas.
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murder
In 1984, in the quiet and modestly affluent suburb of Cape St. Clair, Maryland, a 17-year-old boy named Larry Swartz murdered both of his adoptive parents. In 1993, after serving nine years of his 12-year sentence, Larry was released from prison and came to live with us.
ihtm
My brother is incarcerated, charged with manslaughter. And it's my fault.
mental illness
I said yes, I can let you go. But I asked her for three conditions.
family drama
My bank account is a constant reminder that I only have one parent and that the other one is never coming back.
babies
I'm embarrassed to admit to you and to anybody that I'm not sure how I feel about babies at a time when it's maybe most important for me to know.
boyfriends
I was baffled that he wouldn't stand up for me. I don't know what a sibling bond is like, but I couldn't imagine allowing anyone in my life, no matter how close, treat him in a similar fashion.
body image
Here, let me say for everyone, for always: Yes, I know I’m bigger than she is. You don’t need to tell me.
family drama
I tried to love my sister, the same way I would have loved a handicapped child or one with Down’s Syndrome. But instead of missing a limb or a chromosome, Ellen lacked warm and fuzzy feelings as well as a conscience.
children
I never imagined that I’d have two poorly-behaved stepchildren sucking the joy out of life and that the world would consider me a huge bitch for not loving them.
student loans
The way she treated me, she made it seem like I was the worst student in the world. They were having money troubles, so I was surprised when she told me they had put down a deposit on an apartment and she had bought a used truck.
family drama
I didn’t know it yet, but by the time I sent that tweet, my mom had already been dead for nine minutes.
family drama
I have my own story, with no evidence to back it up, and one of the reasons I’ve never told it is because I can’t prove anything.
hoarding
I really wish that television shows about hoarding existed when I was a child. I used to sit cross legged amongst the trash and feel so alone.