Like any New Yorker with parents who cared enough to spend money, rather than time, on their child’s problems, I’ve been in therapy for a really, really long time. For the past few years, after my father died following a long battle with cancer and I stopped … Continue reading
For those of you who don’t know me: Hello. My name is Sarah, and I am disastrous person. Starting from an early age, I decided that the ridiculous ideas put forth by my mother and society as a whole, like occasionally … Continue reading
Nobody loves the New York Subway system. The trains in New York are like a bad ex you can’t shake: they’re hot, dirty, and there are always too many other people riding them. I spent my childhood in fear of the lurching, vomited-upon trains that perpetually lost power in the tunnels, but like the chauffeurless … Continue reading
“Well, she was a smoker when she was younger,” my grandmother said to me during one of our infrequent phone calls, only shortly after my mother had been admitted to the hospital for what would become her final visit. Sure, just like me, and … Continue reading
For the first 16 years of my life, I spent almost all of my time with one type of person: really mean girls. From my own dear mother to my classmates at school, I found myself being thrown headfirst to the she-wolves at every turn. I was … Continue reading
“Look at this stuff, isn’t it neat? Wouldn’t you think my collection’s complete? Wouldn’t you think I’m the girl, the girl who has everything?” Much like patrons at a Chinese restaurant will tack on, “in bed!” to the end of their fortune cookie message, when I hear … Continue reading
Once in a while, my life plays out like a “Choose Your Own Adventure” book. Sometimes I’ll wake up at a carnival. Sometimes I’ll very quietly hide under my house until the vampire is gone. And once in a great while, I’ll get a knock at my door and find that I have a big … Continue reading
It’s now 7 months until I’m going to be a Mrs., and things are going quickly and expensively. We’ve selected our venue and most of our vendors, but there are still approximately 18,000 things to do, all of which involve poking, pinning and a lot of people who want to talk to me about my … Continue reading
In just under eight months, I’m getting married. While I’m preparing for the wedding as expression of my love to the one person I want to spend the rest of my life with, there seem to be plenty of magazines, websites, magazines and shrieking harpies on television who believe it’s about so much more than … Continue reading
“What are you?” It seems like an innocent enough question, right? For most people, it would merit at best, a chipper “A cocktail waitress!” or “Emotionally unbalanced!” But, as much as I wish strangers were asking me about my job, affiliations, or precarious mental state, I know the score: They’re … Continue reading
