A Critical Mind

Around 1am on a humid 4th of July, I waited outside of my friends’ hotel in New Orleans’ French Quarter. I came to New Orleans for my college roommate’s wedding; and after the nuptials, shooting a music video at the reception, and a drink in hand for the past nine hours, it was time to... Continue Reading →

My Therapy Journey

It was long overdue: I have begun cognitive behavioral therapy. My friends and family’s response to the news has been both congratulatory and “Finally! It’s about time!” followed with an inquiry about what I’ve learned so far.

Cydney’s Obsession With Her Butt

"_____, and _____, and UNDERPANTS!""Butt Butt!"Two phrases Cydney could be found saying on a daily basis.  This slow and daunting process of potty training has had some humorous moments along with its traumatizing times.  Along the way, Cydney has become very interested in her posterior.  At one point this summer, it was all she talked... Continue Reading →

What Mother?

A few days ago, Cydney woke up and we were going through what was our normal routine.  I looked at her, rubber her on her head and said "You look like your mother right now!"  She responded "What mother?"Man!  My heart dropped for a moment when she said that.  Not in a completely sad way.... Continue Reading →

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