Confidence Woman–On the Occasion that Your Mother Follows Your Lead

Dear Lily June, I have always been a little afraid of self-confidence. Where does one draw the line between being… Read more Confidence Woman–On the Occasion that Your Mother Follows Your Lead

One Summer–On the Occasion that You See a Loved One Committed

Dear Lily June, It’s hard to know, with a story like this, where to begin. Do I begin by telling… Read more One Summer–On the Occasion that You See a Loved One Committed

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, 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