Goodbye for Now, Social Media I run an organization called TMI Project, and, perhaps unsurprisingly, I feel like I have too much information clogging up my mind. My brain feels too full. I can’t find the words I’m looking for when speaking. An idea will come to me but before…

And Other Reasons to Celebrate Pride — On June 28, 2021, Julie and I celebrated 7-years as a married couple. We started dating in 2010. I was 36-years-old and had yet to come out to my family. Considering my history with unavailable love interests and partners, it was no surprise that Julie was the first “out” woman…

The very definition of the word pandemic tells us the whole world is going through something right now, but make no mistake, it does not mean we’re all in the same boat. For those of us living alone, even with the luxury of good physical health and the privilege of…

The Wedding I Wanted and Never Had — The amount of money people blow on weddings has always struck me as insane. Me, I’d rather have a potluck barbecue and save my cash for real estate. So, naturally, the last thing I’d ever dreamed of becoming was a wedding planner. But on June 24th, 2011, when same-sex marriage…

All body sizes welcome — simply leave your shame at the door. — On Saturday, September 7th, my sister and I stepped onto 5th Avenue into a dreamscape. Stunning women of all shapes and sizes spilled onto the sidewalk, laughing, smiling and looking fierce as fuck. They were donned in leather, bold colors, half shirts, mini skirts and dare I say it, the…

#6 Tit-Bits I have invented one thing in my life, and at the time, I thought it was a phenomenal idea. The idea didn’t come to me until my late twenties, though the seed was planted years earlier. 7th and 8th grade were the worst two years of my life. Even in…

#5: Did I Do the Right Thing? In 2014, a few weeks after 12-year-old Tamir Rice was senselessly murdered by a Cleveland police officer while playing with a fake gun on a playground, I took my nine-year-old nephew Miles, and his friend John, to one of those horrible bouncy parks in the mall. Like Tamir, Miles is…

#4: Am I Blue? The stigma around mental illness, specifically clinical depression accompanied by suicidal ideation, nearly cost me my life. My depression delivered me to its lowest depths in 2001, in a section of Brooklyn that had yet to be assigned a realtor-friendly nickname. I lived in a four-story atrocity, right under the…

#3: Goodbye Before and After, Hello Here and Now Diet culture trained me to live in a self-induced mental state of deprivation. Here’s how I’m claiming body positivity in the here and now. I wrote my last blog post, Fuck Secrets and Shame, a month before I mustered up the courage to hit the publish button. The night I finished writing, I felt uneasy. I went to see Eve Ensler speak about her latest book, The Apology, about the sexual, physical and emotional…