The mere thought of having to make these decisions sent a surge of even greater anxiety through me.
The problem with mommy wine culture is that it's perpetuated by us.
I wanted to choose my mental health over money. But after quitting, I still felt stuck.
I was standing in my parents' kitchen one morning and had an almost out-of-body experience.
It just blew me away. How could they think that casting was a good idea?
Had it just been suggested that, perhaps, I'd wasted 10 years of my life "not doing anything?"
My income to debt ratio is so high because of my student loans, it weighs my credit down.
I looked at the paramedic, and he was in shock.
I enlisted in the Army in 2017, shortly after the devastating Pulse nightclub shooting.
I would soon land in a new world, far from what's seen on Hollywood's big screen.
I saw Barbie as a symbol of my mother's world.
I had an odd gut feeling about him. My intuition told me that something was off.
I was 39 years old when we initially separated, and there were two messy years before the divorce was finalized.
I was wrestling, yet again, with the reality of being Black in America. I was exhausted by existing.
Is this our fault? Of course it is, we're her parents.
I figured out that I'd spent, by then, a grand total of 72 days with my father in all my twelve years.
He ate voraciously, seemingly famished from the effort it took to ruin my evening.
I filed a friend-of-the-court brief in Lorie's case, but not because I agree with her stance on marriage.
Many Asian parents followed the same playbook. Now, their children are being lectured on how we're all the "same."