In Solidarity with Sassy: Revealing Our Truth

In Solidarity with Sassy: Revealing Our Truth

I’m sorry, Sassy the Raccoon, for bursting out in laughter at your unfortunate predicament. I looked all over your enclosure for you, not to ogle, I promise, but to cheer you on and raise a paw of support! As a woman in my early fifties, I feel your pain. I...
Playing Sardines with the Mother of God

Playing Sardines with the Mother of God

I’ll admit something to you that makes me sound kind of like a female American Scrooge. As I left the house last night to go to Todd’s Christmas party at work, the 24-year-old man who lives in my basement shouted out, “Bye, Mom! Have fun at Introvert...
To Hide It or Not to Hide It?

To Hide It or Not to Hide It?

I used to hide it. I’d put my hands in my pockets or behind my back and hope that nobody noticed. If I had to stand in front of the class and speak from note cards or read an essay, I’d bring a clipboard or ask if I could use a lectern for my papers, so...