Sitting on the floor of my bedroom walk-in closet, I robotically dialed the number of my general practitioner. When someone answered the phone, I spoke very quietly because I was afraid that if I spoke at a normal volume, I would start to cry uncontrollably. I said I had given birth two ...Continue

"This is such a happy time for you! Enjoy it," cooed one of my mother's most elegant friends. We ran into each other at a grocery store near my parents' house. She recently found out I will be getting married on October 1st, and she is absolutely thrilled for me."Thanks!" I replied automatically,

"Nacho is suffering from PTSD," the ER vet said. "Specifically, raccoon-induced PTSD." I was shocked. I had never heard of an animal being diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder, but from what I knew of the symptoms, he certainly had many of them. My mind flashed to an old Frasier

I've told this story a hundred times, and each time it's different, though the logistics never change: a nerdy girl from Russia gets into one of the best US colleges to study applied math but midway through junior year changes her major to writing and then graduates. It's a boring story, so I

On my left wrist is a little black outline of a heart about the size of a dime. Most people don't even notice it (unless you're my mother who spotted it in two seconds) which is fine since it's for me not anyone else. It's a little reminder to myself, when days get hard and my mind is dark and