I’ve always prided myself on being a “happy, optimistic and motivated person.” I’ve even bragged about it but out of nowhere Depression just crept in through a basement window and I found him sitting there with his feet up on my nice, new mushroom colored couch and he decided to stay.Read More
Those of you who know me understand that fringe caftans are not my thing. I think that only place that fringe belongs is in a Rodeo but last winter my mother was getting cabin fever so Dan Clark took us to the Mall. And what Jersey girl doesn’t love a mall?Read More
A decade ago I was diagnosed with clinical depression and anxiety disorder. The shorter days of less sunlight in the winter months terrify me because of the reality that is Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD).Read More
Suicides of Anthony Bourdain, Kate Spade and Robin Williams generated negative and insensitive comments. TV personality Briana DeJesus, Actor Val Kilmer and Punk Rock icon, actor and writer Henry Rollins viciously criticized those who commit suicide after battles with depression. The follow up responses from these celebrities were varied and telling.Read More
I grew up in Paterson, NJ. It was a tough neighborhood where the second graders cursed, the nuns smoked and the dogs snarled. But the most feared group in all of Paterson… the ones who terrorized children… the ones who promised that retribution would be swift and merciless… was not the Jersey Mob but the Jersey Moms.Read More
He’s the one whose smile is like looking into the heart of dream and he smells like an autumn afternoon. He’s that boyfriend, the one you wait for hoping that he’ll stop in even for just a moment.Read More
It was a splurge- over $3,200.00 and one that I allowed my husband to indulge me in. He’s terrific like that. We lived in a 2 room dorm apt at UCLA.Read More
After years of living under the watchful eyes of Grandpa and Aunt Jane, my mother and father bought our new house the summer of 1963. Buying that house was a big deal for them because Mommy and Daddy were Deaf and after a lifetime of struggle and exclusion this house was a declaration of faith in themselves and more importantly their independence.Read More
This is what we are reading in class: “The zipless fuck was more than a fuck. It was an ideal. Zipless because when you came together zippers fell away like rose petals, underwear blew off in one breath like dandelion fluff. Tongues intertwined and turned liquid.”Read More
I have said this before and I will say it again and probably a couple of times after that.
I am a woman who can say the least amount of information in the most amount of words.