The Exquisite Maternal Martyr
Let Them Eat Cake! “Alright fine, let’s just go! No one wants to be here anyway, so let’s just go home and all get on
Let Them Eat Cake! “Alright fine, let’s just go! No one wants to be here anyway, so let’s just go home and all get on
I tried to open my bedroom window and it wouldn’t budge. Someone had locked it. I glanced confusedly at Albert. This is when we both heard my father’s Clint Eastwood-esque voice from the nearby porch, “Shannon,” he said, “you’ve slit your own throat.”
My first lover was a USC football player with 0% body fat. He looked like this: You’d think we would have had hot sex. And
I’m vanquishing bad habits and losing weight. Because I was such a Skinny Minnie who could eat anything I wanted until I turned about 40,
My daughters’ snuggles are my form of crack. On a biochemical level, my body sinks into a deeper calm when I hold them. And it
This compulsion I have has a profound affect on my happiness … I’m a habitual Tryer. I spend a lot of my time trying. Lately,
Yes. An inflammatory headline. Since the recent Steubenville rape case and excavating and writing about my own experience as a victim of attempted rape when I
Right after the fifth grade culmination ceremony yesterday, Clare’s good friend Gabriella (a pseudonym) got her first period. Sweet Jesus. It felt to me like
(Warning: This post is inspired by that foul-mouthed Delta Gamma who threatened to “C&nt Punt” her sisters if they didn’t shape up. Turn away if
These are the things I’ve done recently that made me want to vomit while pooping water. (Yes. You can take that line and use it
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