Have you ever fantasized about being friends with your therapist? She smiles when you arrive, and she truly likes you. Her eyes shine...

It began with exhaustion. I have been on a whirlwind schedule for two years now, treating my clients during the week, writing or speaking...

I spent three days at my own personal Disney Land last week. In truth, I stayed just two miles away from the actual Disney Land, but I...

I write today wrapped in old clothes I don’t care about, so the bleeding won’t matter. Half of my body shines luminous scarlet, as my...

I used to love P.D. Eastman’s book, Are You My Mother? The story was about a baby bird whose mother was nowhere to be found when he...

If there were ever a contest for the most unique person, I would enter my father, Bill Deguire. He moved through the world with such...

My oldest daughter, Julia, graduated from college this weekend. My work as her mother is not fully finished, but surely this graduation...

I am hunkering down at home for a week. I wear sloppy clothes that I don’t mind staining with blood. First I am in pain, then I itch,...

“You can do it. You can do it. You can do it.” I peeked out my bedroom, looking for my four-year-old daughter. I heard her high-pitched...

I walked alone down the high school hallway, heading toward my locker. I was a new kid, with no friends. I wore an Indian-print...

“You need a theme for your blog,” Karen advised me over our annual birthday brunch. We have been friends since eighth grade, when I was...

“There’s an ambulance at Vickie’s house,” my husband said. We frowned at each other. Vickie and her family had been our friends for...