Coping with Empty Nest Syndrome on Mother’s Day Weekend — Are you there, God? It’s me, Margaret. Well, it’s not actually Margaret, but then you knew that. I just have to know the answer to this question: Is this the new tween stage in my life that I never saw coming? …

The Laments of an ADHD Mom this Mother’s Day — I vividly remember opening the envelope that showed up in the mail on a random day. I was shaking a little bit, hoping that the person on the other end of the stationary with the perfect curly Q handwriting was someone who would be cool with me. The letter said…

Recently I was challenged to write about the idea of possibility. Since I’m a geek, there is no shortage of stories floating through my mind that could provide deep insight into this topic. I’ve become quite enamored by the idea of inflection points — those points in our life at…

**Trigger Warning: This article talks about mental health issues and suicide.***If you are thinking about Suicide, help is available. Speak with someone today at the Suicide and Crisis Lifeline. Call or text 988. Hours: Available 24 hours in English and Spanish. Dear You, You are not alone. Many out there…

As a writer, I am kind of obsessed with narrative. I pick apart the stories around me and wonder how best to tell them. Stories matter, and it is always amazing to me how starting a story in a different place or perspective can completely alter what readers/moviegoers take away…

Have you ever had one of those moments where you just felt stuck in your own head? When you know that your mental headspace is not serving you but negativity in its many forms seems to have set up camp in your brain and is using your neurons for kindling? …

There are some seemingly innocuous yet insidious beliefs about love we use to poison our minds happily. I don't mean this in a dark, brooding, poetic way. I mean it, as a matter of fact. We have well-rehearsed narratives, stories that we repeat over and over again. We post them…

Let me first introduce myself as that friend of yours who lives in the grey. There are those among us who exist in that space of in-between — those who see concentric circles where others just see lines in the sand. In other words, some people often reject the idea…

In my junior and senior years of high school, we had a principal who looked exactly like him — he was Mr. Burn’s real-world doppelganger. Maybe it is because my “wonder years” of awkwardness were sandwiched in between the late eighties and early nineties, but to this day, if I…