Category - Being Honest

Nothing ever prepares you for reading a suicide note written by your own child. I’ll never forget...

I remember seeing trees. The feeling of flying. Flying toward the damn trees. This was how it would...

Do you dangle your nasty bits out in front of your kids? Another passionate debate between parents...

I was an addict. I was a drug addict. It took me a long time to utter those words in my own head...

I take Prozac. There.   I said it out loud. And it’s ridiculous, no, EGREGIOUS, that...

I could hear her wailing as I walked by the playground; a little girl with tear-stained face and...

Dear Ms. Davis Congratulations on your many awards. You appear to be a genuinely nice person and...

Confession time: I am a Cafeteria Catholic. If you have no idea what I’m talking about, or if...

I live with a bully I can’t escape. She whispers in my ear–every hour of every day, every...

Since becoming a father, I, like many people, have spoken up about dads playing more of an involved...

I take my health for granted, which is why when I get sick, you want to avoid me like the *plague...

I’m not an alarmist, but I’ve lived in Russia. It was in the early 1990s, just after the...