For the Kids Who Didn’t Win

This isn’t a recovery story. It’s about what’s left for the kids who didn’t win, who loved someone who didn’t make it. We deserve to stop carrying the blame.

Baptism by Floundering

From the edge of a boardwalk, o’er the Canal, where a new Barbie rod caught its first & last fish before being abandoned forevermore. (Cue the melodrama.)

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.