Naked Writing Project:You Can Feel Panic and Thanks at the Same Time: It’s Called Parenting. (Or ‘Panks.’)
There’s this thing where I fear my kids. My anxiety is so tight around my neck that I can’t really breathe. I can’t catch my breath to attempt to keep […]
There's a brief window of time that I've come to cherish immensely; a time when I get to experience my child without the haze of drugs clouding his mind and personality. I call it the drug window.
I’m doing everything I shouldn’t be doing and nothing I really want to do. I am a master of mindlessness and avoidance, and it’s all I can really muster at […]