Selected Essays and Reported Pieces
Full Portfolio on Contently
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John’s seeking earned him fame and financial success and love from millions of fans, but it wasn’t enough for his emotionally starved heart.
My abortions brought me my daughter. That’s what pro-lifers in Georgia and Mississippi don’t understand
Raised a Catholic, I believe in the spiritual phenomenon of grace — and I believe I became a mother exactly when I was ready
We pull into the parking lot. My daughter sits beside me, shoving Pringles into her mouth. This is a reconnaissance stop, before our official visit. We park for a moment, hardly breathing as we sit there.
AARP The Girlfriend
It all came tumbling down when my daughter turned 5, and I couldn’t hide it from myself anymore.
Summertime romances are a dime a dozen, but not many of those dozen include dissolute nights with drug-dealing surfers and celebs.
The day I met Patrick Abrams, I knew I was in trouble. That gleam in his eyes as they quickly latched onto mine. He introduced me to the all-encompassing beauty of Montauk, Long Island, in New York, back when it was a small fishing town.
To be acceptable to yourself and others, you hide who you are and become who you aren’t. As codependents, we have a tendency to lose ourselves in relationships.
The New York Times
Photo Credit/Giselle Potter
She was 5 at the time, and her father and I were separating. That’s when she turned to the nativity figurines I had set out for Christmas to play out the angst in our household.
“There are many addictions used to plaster over and pretend away anxiety…. We deflect the work of solving our life’s anxieties and fears into addictions.”
The Washington Post
I tell my daughter she came to me to help get me sober. She smiles and graciously agrees. She was 5 when I had my last drink.
You go back to your room, not knowing what to do. The booze that’s always blocked your fear and insecurities, a thing of the past. You are so unsure of how to start this dance, your heart’s thumping a beat you can’t possibly follow.
I learned to cook before I learned to write.
Although today I make my living as a writer, cooking was my chosen profession for 10 years.