Debra couldn’t believe her eyes at what she saw. It was absolutely breathtaking. A strong desire came over her, and she jolted from her bed with the need to share her destiny with the closest person who would listen.
It was the year 1970 and Debra was 10 years old. She lived in the Bronx, New York with her parents and younger sister, Laura.
She rose up from her bed clenching in her right hand the magazine she was reading and ran to the kitchen where her mother was.
“I’m gonna go here someday,” she told her mother while pointing…
When we were little, my twin sister and I made a sacred promise to each other: that no matter where we were in the world, when one of us had our first child, the other would be there to help. We had no clue then that our promise would be challenged and nearly broken due to a global pandemic.
Only a month after my sister, Zara, told me she and her partner, Steve, were expecting their first child, Australia closed its borders to international travelers. The government recommended Aussies come home, but, if they were safe, to stay where they…
Kim walked out of the airport and took a deep breath. It was the first gasp of air of her new life, and it felt so good. She had finally proved all of those small-minded dickheads wrong. She had made it to Sydney, Australia.
It was 1991 and Kim was 19. Australia was the furthest place Kim could think of from her hometown of Worthington, Indiana; a small conservative town in middle America — population 1,400 — the only way people left was either by going to war or dying.
Kim always knew she needed to get out ever since…
It took me years to get the help I needed to get out of the state I was in. I hadn’t come to terms with labeling it as depression. I just thought my life was miserable and there was nothing I could do to change it.
I had gotten myself to the point where I thought something was fundamentally wrong with me. So, instead of tackling my demons head on, I ran from them. First, from Sydney, Australia to Austin, Texas then from Austin to New York. Maybe the next place would be better. Maybe I would feel better.
Toby casually moved his eyes to the left while Kim excitedly yelled “Toby, are you ready to talk to us!?” Toby has the best side eye that puts a teenager to shame.
I had no idea what to expect and anxiously waited for it to start as Kim dialed the number and clicked FaceTime. Toby moved closer to Kim intrigued by the screen she was staring into.
Both Kim and myself already had our smiles ready for who was about to greet us on the other side of the video call. …
I remember the first time we met. It was at a party near Atwater and Jordan second semester of my freshman year at IU. I had just gotten my hands on a red solo cup and headed towards the keg.
This was a fancier party compared to the last few I’d been to, solely because the keg was filled with bud light rather than the usual keystone light. From memory, it was only a $20 price difference, but for some reason it elevated the party.
As I pushed the keg pump up and down probably more times than I needed…
It was the last meeting of the day. I pressed the join button for the video call. This was a regular meeting, however the first time doing it via video since our office closed.
Oh crap. First one to join.
I stared at the video of myself smiling ready for the others to join. I realized it was too much of a close up and slowly push my laptop further back still smiling knowing that someone will join soon.
“Oh god is my hair really that frizzy?” I mumbled to myself as I attempted to use the oil on my…
I was lying in my bed with my eyes closed about to enter a deep relaxing sleep. It had been a busy day and I was exhausted. As I quickly dozed off, all of a sudden I was jolted wide awake with an anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach.
It was now going to take me hours to get back to sleep.
I didn’t wake up thinking about the current events of the world, even though that would be a very likely scenario given everything happening with the coronavirus pandemic.
I didn’t wake up because of work either…
The holiday season is finally here. It’s the time where loving family and friends gather around a beautifully set dining table with glowing candlesticks, a festive table cloth and endless food. The conversations are cheerful with everyone enthusiastically talking about their successful careers, pregnancies, engagements and upcoming weddings. It is truly a magical time full of joy.
This special holiday moment has been depicted in countless films and TV shows, however it is not the reality for many people.
Every year I struggle to get through the holiday season. I find myself anxious in the lead up to the season…