Some food is just too horrible to wish on anyone else; throw it out instead.
self care
On one hand, I was just about able to survive -- but on the other, I was running myself ragged.
My mother made us deliver meals to the elderly one year. It traumatized me, but kind of in a good way.
Fort Bragg is in pretty dire straits, a lot like me, and I hope both of us can pull through. I know neither of us is going to do it without a community, because it’s impossible to survive on your own.
gender changes
Imagine trying to do something that requires ID with an identification that doesn’t appear to be you. And imagine doing it over and over again and having to explain the situation to people who may be actively hostile and aggressive.
My daydreams of taking Fiona home gradually faded away, but my memories of the animal shelter stuck with me.

Jan 29, 2013 at 10:30am | 27 comments

hurricane sandy
Will people still trek out to the Rockaways and other storm-ravaged areas if they can't Instagram it?
My son spent a month in a NICU after he was born, and I made a silent promise to the universe that one day I'd do my best to give something back to these people.

Nov 22, 2012 at 11:00am | 7 comments

I'd like to change the world, but soup kitchens make me sick.

Nov 2, 2011 at 2:00pm | 0 comments

crisis line
I don’t know how many people I helped, or didn’t, while I was working on the crisis line. I do know that I don’t regret my time there, not a single one of those shifts.
As a stay-at-home mom, I was excited to give back. Until I actually tried it.

May 23, 2011 at 1:02pm | 0 comments