
My Face Looks the Way the World Feels
I can’t recall if my head hit the porcelain slab before or after my legs slid out from under me. All I remember was the steady cascade of crimson blood… Read more My Face Looks the Way the World Feels →
I can’t recall if my head hit the porcelain slab before or after my legs slid out from under me. All I remember was the steady cascade of crimson blood… Read more My Face Looks the Way the World Feels →
There’s a photo of me in an adorable yellow bikini. My platinum blonde locks glisten in the sunlight, perfectly contrasting my golden tan. I’m posing poolside with a radiant smile… Read more Tales from an Unlikely Beach Babe: Calling a Truce in My Battle with Swimsuits →
My past Mother’s Day blogs have focused on singular aspects of motherhood. I’ve dug into how my dysfunctional childhood shaped me as a parent, the challenges of motherhood, the simultaneous… Read more Celebrating the Messiness of Motherhood →
I didn’t know it was possible for human glands to generate so much sweat. Fluid sprinkling from my scalp like a showerhead dribbles over my eyelids, blurring my vision. Perspiration… Read more Realistic Resolutions and Mascot Moments for 2019 →
It’s been fixed! The kids who were separated from their parents at the border will be reunited. There have been rulings and executive orders. So why are people protesting? … Read more Crisis at the Border, Snowflakes, and 218 Days Separated from My Children →
As I’ve mentioned in previous pieces, I’ve always hated Father’s Day. My parents divorced when I was 6-years-old and the only grandfather I ever knew died that same year. Due… Read more Swapping Grief for Gratitude This Father’s Day →
High School Reunion- To Go, or Not To Go? Hello, my name is Lisa, and I am a F.O.C.K. survivor. Please read and pronounce that carefully, as F.O.C.K. is only… Read more It’s time to Tell My F.O.C.K. to F**K Off! →
Hello Readers! Long time no see. You may or may not have noticed that I haven’t posted a piece since Mother’s Day. I could tell you it’s because I’ve experienced… Read more Nothing I Write is Right →