I laugh today at the cocky self-assuredness I possessed in my youth — Jumping on our respective beds, laughing in slow motion, we were like two little kids exploring the world for the first time. We were two little kids exploring the world for the first time. Squeals of delight emanated from our shared room. “We’re going to have to separate them,” I…

Holiday Editorial Break — Memoirists, Just a quick note regarding our upcoming holiday schedule. As we did last year, our editorial team will be kicking back at the end of December to enjoy family, feasting, and a much-needed break from Medium. The Memoirist will be on holiday break from Sunday, December 24th — Monday…

Fruity Pebbles doesn’t help — Yesterday was my 5th week shot of semaglutide (AKA Ozempic). Yesterday, I ate half a box of Fruity Pebbles and a couple of hot chocolate packets. This morning, I woke up with horrendous heartburn and knots in my stomach. I swear, I’m trying harder than it appears. I moved from…

To you from Ki — Dear Memoirists, Yesterday I watched The Wizard of Oz. It was on television — it had been quite some time since I’d seen it. Neither of my children was into it so the traditions of my childhood kind of died there in the past. Well, yes and no. I still…

I feel, therefore I am. — On one hand, with maturity has come resigned indifference. On the other, it’s still easy to be plagued by the throws of insignificance. Insecurity. Self-loathing. My daughter seems to lack the sickness, especially when she so confidently eats an entire bag of Halloween candy in one sitting. She never complains…

Will it be my savior? — Semaglutide, actually. Crazy is on semaglutide — the generic and cheaper version of Ozempic. (Still not cheap. I’m paying out of my cottage cheesed yin-yang for each shot.) Look, I know it’s not polite to — shh — discuss one’s weight publicly. It puts others in that awkward position of…

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The Janitor Tried to Make Me Fly! — I really should’ve turned around. At the words massage parlor, I should have stammered my way out of the situation. But no. The perky brunette ringleader of our group mom date was so animated about it. I stood there in the pouring rain wondering, how did I manage to get…

Observations from Vegas — It’s not true. What happens in Vegas doesn't stay in Vegas. Not if you’re a writer anyway. This week I went on my first work trip away in eons. I attended a conference in Las Vegas, much to my chagrin. I found the experience to be lonely, enlightening, and —…