Open Letter to the World

I'm sorry if I'm difficult. My father left me when I was a toddler and I pretty much raised myself because my parents were young and drunk. So I'm sorry that everyone else who's ever left me will bare the brunt of that anger. And lots of people, who I've loved dearly and would have... Continue Reading →


The One Where We Discuss “The Father”

When I was a child, my daddy was my daddy. I didn't question why I had a different last name because his last name was long and hard to spell. He was from Iran. I thought I was Iranian too. When I was about 8--I think that's the age you make your First Communion--my mother... Continue Reading →

The Gift I Can Always Count On…

Depression! I remember Donnie and I would refer to our respective birthdays as Birthday Shit Fest followed by whatever year it was-- and it would happen every year--we'd make big plans and get let down. Each following year, the plans would get less excessive to ensure success. Then there was the year Donnie stood me... Continue Reading →

I’m Always Pissing People Off

Today I got kicked out of my (very small) city's Facebook group after a bunch of angry women reprimanded me like a child. I mistakenly had tried to start a conversation as a comment to a woman's recommendation for a place to get your infant's ears pierced cheaply and easily. I merely said "Or you... Continue Reading →

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