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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
One year, in my early teens, my dad’s then-girlfriend gave me a Thighmaster for Christmas.

Dec 6, 2012 at 11:00am | 333 comments

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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
The plan was to survive with only a tent, a couple hundred dollars and the contents of my bag.
And while we're on the subject, is it SO HARD to just throw out the empty milk container instead of leaving it on the counter? The garbage can is RIGHT THERE.