Dead Ends

By the time you read this, I will (hopefully) be recovering from my hysterectomy. Yep, you read that right. Hysterectomy. I’m in my early 30’s so I’m not exactly the normal group for this kind of surgery. It wasn’t exactly in my plans when I went to my new gynecologist trying to get an explanation for the pelvic pain I’ve had for years. I’d been through four previous gynecologists who assured me that “oh, that level of pain is normal” while I was throwing back multiple layers of painkillers once a month and unable to sleep on my stomach from the pain. Hell, poking me in the stomach in the wrong spot could make me double over. read more

Keeping the Thanks in Thanksgiving

I hope everyone out there is having a great day, either with the family they grew up with or the family they have found since then. Even if you’re alone physically, know you’re not truly alone. There are people out there that care about you and people that, right now, miss you. If you can’t think of someone that misses you, then I’ll be that person. I invite you to my virtual Thanksgiving (or Friendsgiving) and when we go around and say what we’re thankful for, I’ll say I’m thankful for you. (I’ve got an open call for anyone who wants me to send them a holiday card here.) read more

Arguing With Rocks in Tiny Boxes

All too often when traversing the world wide web, you run into someone who is wrong. Not just a little wrong, but like blatantly wrong. Egregiously wrong. So wrong that you feel compelled to correct them. Facebook is great for this because it’s a place to collect all the people who you’ve ever known—parents, grandparents, high school classmates, college buddies, and the occasional coworker—and all of those wide and varied people have wide and varied opinions. Some of which are wrong. Some of which are racist, homophobic, misogynistic, or any of the other flavors of awful. Because we know (or knew) these people, we feel the need to help them. To make them peer outside of their little box. read more