Last week, I was very fortunate to have a piece of mine published on The Washington Post's new dating and relationships blog "Solo-ish." The piece is called "The hardest question for me to answer on a date: 'How many siblings do you have?'" It is the first time I've had something published that addresses my… Continue reading Our Bodies, Ourselves
Tag: Loss
Easter Sunday
Grandpa Allan was always old. My whole life, I never remember him not sagging pants, white hair, and sloppy kisses hello. He wasn't my real grandpa--my mom's dad passed before I was born. I kept him at an arm's length, always said, "step." I was in college when my grandma got sick. One day while my… Continue reading Easter Sunday
