honesty book

I’m trying to make May be May, but it’s not going so well. Everything that is May to me—family gatherings, milestone celebrations (someone is always graduating in a family as big as mine), anticipation of summer, planning vacation—is not…

I’m an empath, which means I tend to feel others’ emotions as my own. In the first days of the coronavirus shutdown, all I felt in my community was fear. I couldn’t run up the main street of my small town without crying. I would inhale everyone’s…

We’re all trying to get through this very hard, very weird, very devastating time. Give the money, help the people, sew the masks: I want to do it all, and I feel overwhelmed most days trying to figure out what to do. I have been able to identify one…

My mom has been trying to get rid of stuff. She is 85 and still lives in the house where I grew up. Though she has no plans to move from the house anytime soon, she’s doing this sly thing of making us take stuff home with us when we visit. A few weeks…

When I’m not writing essays about how I realized my daily glass of wine wasn’t so great, stories about teenage YouTubers, or books about honesty, I help hospitals figure out their web content. I spent a few days last week with the marketing team of…