And I’m guessing if you’re reading this, you’re feeling something similar, even if you’re not a TransParent, have a dad trapped in a shithole of a nursing home and friends who live in SoCal. I’m betting on some level you too are reeling from the psychotic frenzy that our country is spinning in. So here’s my ‘how’…

There are twenty-one days until the 2024 election. Looking at the last seven days of our lives, four of them contained crying. Wait. Make that five.

The bravest act I’ve ever witnessed was at a gas station off a highway in the middle of nowhere California.

We are on Day 4 of a teen mental meltdown and we are exhausted. The tears, the silence, the blind fear gripping her by the ankles, dragging her down. It takes every ounce of strength I have to hold onto her, pull her up and out, back into the light.