Origins–In Which Your Grandpap Came for a Visit

Dear Lily June, Someday you will understand that the people you love–maybe even me–can’t always be there for you in… Read more Origins–In Which Your Grandpap Came for a Visit

A Day in the Life of Anxiety–In Which I Encourage You to Live More Fearlessly than Your Mother

Dear Lily June, There is a blogger who wrote a description of anxiety recently that I feel encapsulates and encompasses… Read more A Day in the Life of Anxiety–In Which I Encourage You to Live More Fearlessly than Your Mother

Dear Lily June, If we were wise, when we were healthy, we would visit the shrine of the Common Cold,… Read more (Not) Smelling the Roses–In Which I’m Better for Being Sick

Dear Lily June, One Bit of Background I’m not much for optimism when it comes to New Year’s resolutions. I’ve… Read more Easy as 1, 2, 3–In Which I Struggle More On Purpose

Dear Lily June, Every morning (assuming I remain diligent), you’re going to watch your mother reach out for the little… Read more Keep Calm and Take a Pill–In Which Your Mommy Talks about Her Medication

Dear Lily June, Your cousin Martin couldn’t have been more than eight years old when he stood under my mother’s… Read more I Just Don’t Belong Here–In Which Being Young Can Suck

Dear Lily June, There’s a line in Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby that’s always stuck with me. In the novel, a… Read more Human Being vs. Human Doing–In Which I Encourage You to Do Nothing

Dear Lily June, The first summer after the tornado, my mental state was shambling like a zombie. It hit mid-April,… Read more Back in the Saddle Again–In Which I Anxiously Reinitiate Therapy for Anxiety