The second time I ventured to New Mexico was in 2004. I had gotten one of my best friends bewitched by Natalie Goldberg’s writing and we ...

The first time I went to New Mexico was when I was 22 years old, just out of college, with one of my best friends. She was moving back to...

Occasionally, in the past, I’ve been asked why I identify more as ‘Queer,’ instead of bisexual or pansexual any of those other labels tha...

In the spirit of one of my favorite podcasts, Mental Illness Happy Hour, and as a way of cheating actually writing a fully-formed blog po...

NOTE: This is a part of 52 posts in 52 weeks, a promise I've made to myself for my 38th year. ----- Anxiety. It feels like a buzzing, lik...

I've been obsessed with stories about teenagers pretty much since I was one myself. Oh, let's face it, I've been obsessed with them since...

As most of you already know, my fiancé and I recently embarked on a cross-country road trip from New York City to the Seattle area. We pa...

Moving is like a breakup. Sometimes it’s amicable, sometimes it’s toxic and you’re ready to get the hell out of dodge, but more often…it’...

When I first came out to my mom, at 27, I said, shakily, stiffly, and a with a hint of a laugh, “I’m a little bit gay.” With some hindsig...

Get out of bed Make breakfast Eat breakfast Do dishes Take shower Brush teeth Do laundry Some days I wake up and I know it’s going to be ...

This week, for the first time, a woman was nominated as a presidential candidate for a major party. Also this week, Jessica Valenti, tale...