After the tenth time I triggered my apartment’s smoke detector from a frantic, germ-blasting, Jacuzzi-temperature shower, I knew things had gotten out of control.
I’m in the fetal position on the floor of my locked bedroom, 16 years old, sobbing hysterically, shielding my eyes from a piece of plastic vomit.
First family road trip up the coast: I made my husband spend 20 minutes brainstorming a plan for saving all of our lives should our car careen off a cliff.

Apr 16, 2014 at 6:00pm | 40 comments

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder is not, contrary to popular belief, a simple affinity for neatness and tidiness. It runs much deeper.
I haven't been able to determine what came first: the aversion to germs or the aversion to food.
striking mom
Jessica Stilwell, the mom who went on a cleaning strike, is a brave woman. I could never do that.
Lately, I haven’t been mattress dancing with anybody, not even myself, thanks to Prozac.