I remember my first favorite person. She played the part of Dorothy, in a local Little Theatre production of the Wizard of Oz.

Privilege didn’t stop my parents from committing slow-motion suicide in front of me. I’m glad the police didn’t kill them, but they’re just

I mostly try to write to you to help me better understand our past, our relationship, the impact of our shared trauma and how that trauma pl

Over the years, as I’ve peeled away the layers of what happened, what I think happened, what we pretended did and didn’t happen, setting bou

Another post today from Community Badass, Doanya! MF's always spitting serious words for us (with all the dark humor and sarcasm you...

Growing up with a mentally ill mother, I learned to stay under the radar—to avoid drawing attention to myself in my home and later in the wo