An Ode to my Irish North Star

My papa is a bit like an Irish Tom Cruise; he doesn’t age. He’s strong, more in shape than I am, with a wise-cracking mouth I grew up emulating. Happy birthday!

Drowning in Memory: the Quest for Self-Knowledge

Mary Karr says you’re bound to drown a bit writing a memoir. She’s right. My once placid understanding of my history, of who I am and was, is constantly being dismantled. Imagine your core memories, the ones that shaped you, potentially being misremembered. Yeah, that could drown a bitch.

Something’s Bothering Me

I’ve been anxious forever, but it got worse after Dad died. Knowing I’ll never fix things with him makes me feel perpetually Bothered. That’s hard to swallow.