Guess which one of us was the klutz? — I took an “old lady” dance class when I was twenty-nine. It seemed like an old lady dance class at the time. I had to get special permission to join. Technically, it was a jazz dance class for women over thirty-five. It makes me guffaw out loud just typing that…

Oh, wait. That doesn’t sound very good…. — I have a problem. A big problem. Well, it’s more of a character flaw, really. I am fickle. Fickle to the rotten core. And I can’t stop it. I’ve tried and no matter what I do, it's to no avail. …

Writers, Embrace the Chaos of Your Life — Let’s get this out of the way first. I’m not the best one to give advice when it comes to focusing on — well, just about anything. We have a podcast called The Unfocused Writer, for crying out loud. But I do have a lot of experience with this topic. …

He’s better off without me — 11/30/93 I am sitting here at work, I swear to God, having a nervous breakdown. I am cracking like I’ve never cracked before. I can’t even ask to go home. I feel so alone right now. I feel so awful. I’ve never felt like this before. I would love to…

What is wrong with me…. — November 2021. November 2021. That’s when the worst of it noticeably began to happen. It’s still crippling my life and I’m trying everything I can to keep it at bay. Gentle exercises, bioenergetic therapy, walking with a cane when I need to…. I’ve written about this before. I try to…

I’m Heartbroken! I’m Offended! I’m Upset! Now What?! — Dear KiKi, I’ve been an avid fan and reader of a particular publication online; it has been my dream to publish a piece with them for the longest time. I just know that my sense of humor fits the kind of pieces they publish and my writing would be perfect…

Looking for writers to join our editorial staff for The Memoirist, Age of Empathy, and Black Bear Memoirists, It’s that time of year again when I’m looking to grow our editorial team. …

I’ll never forgive myself for what I did and what I lost — “Please give me just five minutes of your time and I’ll never bother you again,” the message pleaded. I stared at it scoffing in disbelief. She doesn’t give up, I thought. She’s obsessed. Words not originally belonging to me, but drilled into my psyche enough that I now believed them…

Marching Away From or Toward Madness — Here’s a question. Does writing about your mental health and/or addiction issues reinforce negative feelings and restrict your healing process? You know. By bringing up past trauma, do you continue to expose yourself to it time and time again or is it a natural way of facing your demons and…