Today is my birthday. I am thirty-five.
As I woke up this morning, swallowing the reality that I am nearly halfway through my life, I asked myself: How did I get here? And maybe more importantly: Where is here?
I am an adult. That’s what thirty-five means. Not

It really is so stupid. But I have learned that moments of breakdown come, as they should, unexpectedly. When you’re holding a fragile nervous state together with a safety pin –it’s always that stupid, small, silly thing – that unravels you.
The first day I

I would like to report that Thanksgiving went…better than expected. Even my husband said so in the car on the way back.
The night before the holiday did not go well. My brother came over to see his nieces he hasn’t seen in months. He said