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 both had a need for ...

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 New York from Seatt...

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

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 post, I present you wi...

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, like my blood is carbon...

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 before then, when I...

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 packed up the car with...

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’s complicated. I mov...

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 hindsight, I would now revi...

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 that kind of day. On...

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