Sicker Than Others Saving the Landfills, one Giant Plastic Toy At a Time

My first mistake might have been using TV friendships as guides for how to measure my own behavior in relationships. As an only child, a weird child, and then a troubled, addicted adolescent/young adult, I was already crippled in the area of frienships when motherhood dealt me the triple death blow of isolation, fatigue, ...

This morning, cringing, I casually asked “any big plans today?” while sitting at the breakfast table. My mother in law mentioned gingerbread houses and ice-skating and then shot back “you? Big plans?” and that’s when I had to say it: I was – gasp! – Leaving the house with BOTH MY CHILDREN, ripping said children ...