guilt

I don’t like my old friend Guilt very much. We are not BFFs. She smells funny, and I don’t appreciate her company.

Four years ago I made a decision that still haunts me. A decision that would change lives forever. His would be ended. Mine would be empty without him. Some will say taking him to Hospice was the humanitarian thing to do. I allowed him to die with dignity.

If you're trying to avoid a balanced life filled with real connections with others, I'm here to let you know—you too can realize this fantasy!

This is not a holiday that warrants celebration.

It's National Donut Day. Forget what society keeps telling you, and live a little.

So you fed your baby some formula instead of breast milk. His future is not shot. Really. It's not—and The Guilt serves no one.

Does wanting to be a dirty little slut make me a bad woman?

We're all for shaming pimps, but is shame an effective way to combat crime?