Wendy Goddard shares her powerful, intensely personal take on mental illness.
Month: June 2014
Mutt and Jeff: A Coming Out Story
This made me laugh and it made me cry.
Downstate with Frank
I knew this would be worth the wait!
I Was a Digital Best-Seller!
If you’re considering electronic publication, you might want to read this.
Freshman
A trip many parents take in early autumn.
The Place Where All Roads in Italy Lead
Talk about a wild road trip!
Adventures of a U-haul lesbian
Adventures of a U-haul lesbian by Tiffany Razzano.
“My best friend flew back home the morning after we arrived in Spring Hill. “It’s hot and I hate Florida,” he said. When he left I had nothing to do but sit up late outside, trying to enjoy the sticky, sweet nights and the quiet, reading or writing, realizing how incredibly alone I was in this new state. Nothing would be the same ever again.“
Adventures of a U-haul lesbian
“My best friend flew back home the morning after we arrived in Spring Hill. “It’s hot and I hate Florida,” he said. When he left I had nothing to do but sit up late outside, trying to enjoy the sticky, sweet nights and the quiet, reading or writing, realizing how incredibly alone I was in this new state. Nothing would be the same ever again.”
One month ago I moved for the sixth time in as many years.
The list of locales is pretty varied. An Irish neighborhood in the northern Bronx, bordering on Yonkers and Westchester. Bayville, a small, blue-collar village right on the Long Island Sound, amidst Long Island’s storied Gold Coast. Cambridge, Mass., where I had many adventures during my short-lived stay just outside Boston. The quaint, quirky, and incredibly haughty Hamptons. Middle-of-nowhere Spring Hill, Fla., where I moved in with my father and experienced culture shock like never before.
Now, finally, I’ve landed in wonderful, bizarre, dirty, artsy St. Petersburg.
And I rented a U-Haul to do it.
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One More Silver Dollar
I’m so jealous! You made me want to be there with you.
Highly Combustible
My last hurrah, at 17, was a road trip to Cape Coral.
I just have to say... 