He apologized for being late. “We were having a frustrating discussion with our pediatrician, and I lost track of time.”
I shrugged. “Your kid’s health is important, and I didn’t mind waiting.”
With a swift motion, he unlocked the door and let me into his office. While I grabbed the notes I’d prepared for this meeting, he complained about their narrow-minded doctor.
“ I don’t know if I ever mentioned it, but one of my daughter’s nipples is bigger than the other.”
Before I could ask why on earth we would ever talk about his 7-year-old’s nipples, he continued.
In the 39 years, I’ve known my dad, I’ve seen him cry three times. One of those times was on his 50th birthday.
My dad isn’t too keen on celebrations and surprises, but 50 was such a milestone; we didn’t want to ignore it. So we decorated his house and showered him with presents. We wanted him to be happy; instead, he was sad.
I was fifteen, and I still vividly remember how it felt to see my invincible super-dad hide his face in his hands and sob.
“I’m older than my dad now,” he said as we showered him…
I could hear my friend sob on the other end of the line.
“I’m just so tired,” she cried. “And yes, I know I am privileged, and I still have some money left, but it is so hard to find new clients, to grind every day, and not knowing if I can pay my mortgage this summer.”
Her sadness quickly turned to rage.
“And the only reason I’m doing this is for money. I am good at helping my clients, but I need more money to pay for the bare necessities. The hustle isn’t about buying a yacht. …
As if simply existing as a teenager isn’t embarrassing enough, I had terrible teeth and needed to wear braces for two years. I hated every single day of it. I had hooks attached to my upper and lower canines, with a rubber band between them.
My lips would get caught behind the hooks, and I had chronic blisters on the inside of my cheeks. Every six weeks, I had to go to the orthodontist, where they would torture me by turning everything even tighter
So when the glorious braces removal day had finally arrived, I was ecstatic. Getting the brackets…
In January 2021, Twitter had a field day when they discovered Alec Baldwin’s Spanish wife, Hilaria, was about as Spanish as a hot dog. Contrary to her carefully curated lore, Hilaria didn’t move to the US at 19 from Spain.
Internet sleuths quickly unearthed that she isn’t Hilaria from Mallorca but Hillary from Boston. Her caucasian American parents didn’t move to Spain until 2011, and until then, she’d only been there on holiday. She didn’t have a Spanish accent until she was an adult.
After all the upheaval, she gave a vague statement about being “misrepresented by others” and disappeared…
They fell for each other — hard. Love at first sight and a match made in heaven. He was a bit older, divorced, and a father of two boys. She didn’t mind. Seeing how good he was with his sons and their mother only made her love him more.
When she told him she would love to have children with him one day, his response disappointed her.
“I have two children, and that is enough for me. I love you, and I want to give you everything you want, but I don’t want to have another child.”
Even though there…
“If I called you right now, would you pick up the phone?”
We’d been texting back and forward for days. I’m a writer, not a talker. So when he wanted to call me, I hesitated for a second. I was nervous. Even though we’d only been texting, I had already started to like him. Like like him. What if I said something dumb? What if his voice sounded weird? What if the conversation wasn’t as insightful and witty as our texts?
“Yeah, of course, I’d pick up. I would love to hear your voice.” …
It was supposed to be a cheap trip. But when you hang out with middle-class kids, the word “cheap” has a whole different meaning.
Even working overtime in a run-down call center didn't earn me enough money to pay for the airline tickets. And then I got a letter from my bank—something about low-interest loans for students.
Two weeks later, I had more money in my bank account than I’d ever seen in my life. I was supposed to use it for tuition and books. Instead, I bought my first airline ticket ever. And a two-week stay in a rundown…
“It looks cute on you, but I can’t wear this in public.” The silver shirt looks stylish on my friend’s slim body with small breasts, but I feel cheap when looking in the mirror.
Frowning, she agrees. “Yeah, you look very, eh, boob-y. And there’s nothing wrong with that, but you know everybody will be staring at your chest.”
I take off the shirt and hand it back to her. She pulls it over her head and the shirt that made me look trashy suddenly turns into a sophisticated top.
“It’s odd, don’t you think? Your breasts look amazing in…
After nearly cutting my labia in half once, I’m extremely cautious when I’m shaving my vulva. But my legs? I can do that with my eyes closed, balancing on one leg— or so I thought.
I held my razor under the shower to rinse off the hairs, and I saw a strip of skin dangling from the blades.
“Oh no,” I cursed. “Not again.”
Looking down, I could see the blood spreading over the shower floor, dramatically swirling before it disappeared in the drain. It was a lot of blood. Sucking in air through my teeth, I lifted my leg…