I will take the key to her eternal life — That moment when everything comes together. A small action. A caress. An epiphany. We stood at my mom’s kitchen counter. My visits aren’t terribly frequent. …

Are adults pushing their own agendas? — I never anticipated a backstory like this one. Honestly, I figured I wouldn’t be privy to any follow-up or additional details regarding the recent school experience I had — here if you haven’t read it: The Five-Year-Old Gender Bender: Wide-Eyed, Heart Ache, My Head is Spinning I was shamed for using the wrong pronounmedium.com End of the story, right? Apparently not.

It couldn’t have gone to a better person — I dreamt it, I believed it, yet I don’t control it. So, I sent it out into the universe to make it happen. Please be patient with me as I test out my refined manifestation tactics. It’s an awful time to be a work in progress. …

I took my own advice and increased my earnings — This is not a money story but an opportunity story. I don’t talk dollar figures. Ultimately, a tidy sum to one person may be peanuts to another. It’s quite subjective and personal. I’m uncomfortable looking in your wallet because it’s not my business what you’re raking in. And don’t ask…

Just take me now — I strutted into her office with confidence. Surely she would immediately see I didn’t need her professional input. Me? See a counselor? I don’t have a problem. Yes, I’ve had blips ampersand slight missteps, but nothing I couldn’t overcome. A heavy musty smell, mixed with an assault of plastic or…

I was shamed for using the wrong pronoun — It’s been four unsettling hours. The knot in my stomach remains as I write down my afternoon angst. So. Many. Questions. Bursts of emotional collisions happened simultaneously in just minutes and I want a do-over. The elusive, nonexistent, do-overs. I love Friday pick-ups at the learning center. The excitement-filled air…

A deadly common ailment often overlooked — The height of activity for her, a once vibrant and active 84-year-old, was reduced to making her coveted coffee in the mornings. My mom shuffled with her carefully balanced mug and gingerly placed it next to her recliner where she would spend hours. She loved her morning fresh roast. Yet…

The reporter chose a story over a minor’s life — Lay off our kids. Two things happened to me when I stumbled across a story on Newsbreak and Insider. First, I stopped breathing for a second. Then, came the squeeze — a tight grip on my heart with flashbacks to the past. The story, with a few minor adjustments in…

I thank Seinfeld for my mistakes and successes — Teetering, kicking, and screaming — often tripping toward the ripened age of 60, I am motivated to find my betterish half. God Bless Seinfeld episodes for the catchphrases that help pave my dating journey. I cling to his life lessons with every breath I take. I imagine clutching his little…