And for how I should feel about them. I may have never known if you hadn’t noticed — The first time I was made aware of my growing chest, I was ten. It was a hot summer day, the kind of dry desert heat that makes soft cotton clothing feel like sandpaper. …

Plus other such suspicions — How well do you really know your partner? Or the people around you? Are they hiding their true colors from you or are you a good judge of character? Right now, I’m not so sure. I’m not sure at all. What’s so funny, punk? This morning, I saw my husband smiling into his phone…

Learning the truth has allowed the weight to fall off my shoulders — For Starters: The Pink Elephants This morning, I woke up with an intense desire to eat cake. Not just any cake, but a deliciously moist and decadent sponge cake with layers of fresh cream and strawberries. And not just on its own, but with a hot cup of freshly brewed coffee, some crisp bacon and…

There’s no way this is happening. No. Freaking. Way. — I felt my body freeze and stiffen like a dead-weight anchor had dropped suddenly to the ground right where I stood. Ok, here we go. It was happening again. I subconsciously noted my soul, or that’s what I think it was, floating above my physical body. Even through the fog…

I got what I wanted, but…did I really want it? — I took a step forward and stood nervously at the top of the line. It was my turn next. In an act to seem “casual,” I stretched my neck from side to side like I was a regular at the yoga game, and took in the sights and smells of…

Thoughts as we mourn the loss of Stephen “tWitch” Boss, 1982–2022 — TW: Suicide. Yesterday morning, as is routine, I scrolled through Instagram while sipping my morning coffee. The first thing to come up was a video of tWitch (or Sir_tWitch_alot as I often refer to his IG handle) and his wife doing some kick-ass dancing. …

This is my personal story and some tips on what to expect — “And…….this is why I’m here. I…think?” I sat back after ending my five-minute tirade, an answer to the innocuous “What brings you here?” question from the therapist. I hadn’t rehearsed my speech but I had pre-decided a few things I wanted to talk about. …

Even I don’t think I’m that nice — Today, he cried again. And not just babyish, simpering sniffles but full-blown, deep-throated gurgling screams with a torrential stream of tears spurting out of each eye. I mean, there was almost a little lake at my feet by the end of it — if there even was an end. But…

Please? I really need to talk to someone right now. — Oh, you stayed. You stayed. Thank you, thank you so much. I can’t tell you how much this means to me… Huh? Am I ok? Uhm…I don’t know. I really don’t know. Sorry, I’m…I’m so lost — I…never imagined I’d get here. I’m pregnant. Do you mind if we keep…