I see your "terrible two's" and raise you THREE.

As we draw closer to Tiny Human’s fourth birthday, I feel that I am close enough to the finish line to declare,“WHAT THE MOTHER OF CRAP IS UP WITH THREE?”   Seriously. This is a TERRIBLE FREAKING AGE. I feel like I have been living in a hostage negotiation situation for the last 10 months. I’m all like, Ma’am, please put down the full cup of milk. I can see you’re upset. Let’s not do anything irrational here. And Tiny Human is all like,...more

The anatomy of an anxiety attack

It is 7:45 pm. Eastern standard time. Monday evening. The audition is at 8. The audition that I have been clutching to my chest for weeks and perhaps even months. The audition that has been acting as my talisman to keep me moving forward forward forward and to not stop moving because if I stopped moving the enormity of my depression would get a chance to engulf me. I could feel it nipping at my heels. It is now 7:47 pm. Eastern standard time. ...more

A bit on family reunions

Here is the thing about family, Tiny Human:There may appear to be too many people.There may be too much putzing and stalling while assembling for group activities.There may appear to be too much noise and too many conflicts.There may be too many attempts at winning your affection or attention....more

A post that I feel like I need to write, but I don't really want to read.

I know that I just posted Sunday evening, guys.But so much has happened. Robin Williams killed himself.And I am so sad and so angry about it.Everyone is writing about mental illness awareness and reaching out to people when you feel the darkness and/or the monsters creep up your spine.I know this feeling, most severely depressed people know this feeling.It’s terrifying in its familiarity....more