Anonymous

While I may not get flowers on Mother’s Day, I live with the daily responsibilities that go along with the adulting of parenthood as a full-time caregiver.

It’s real sticky-wicked to have your body become unpredictable and tortuously painful. So here I am. Homeless. Meditation is my medication.

I don't recall meeting my first love. It seems he was always with me.

Women who are nuns do not have intimacy with the opposite sex. Some people never get any. But for me, that was the deal killer. It is like eating potato chips; you can never have just one. Besides, I don't like to watch the news by myself.

What's more dangerous — meeting people on the Internet or meeting people in real life?

"The biggest boy assured me they would be. But the ball play got even more intense. Were they aiming the ball at my kids or was it just my imagination?"

That’s part of the problem, I think. I keep waiting for my sexual partners to figure out how to bring me to orgasm.

This support my gender-fluid child receives at school means so much to my family, but the ripple effects of what the children will learn will go far.

In my checkered past, long before I was a member of the PTA, I sometimes worked behind the scenes in X-rated films

My dad had an explosive anger that he took out on his children. My father abused me and I love him in spite of myself. I don’t want him to die.