Anal beads, pronouns, and surgical gloves: My non-binary roommate experience

The Passover seder requires all participants to drink four glasses of wine, and when I was seven-years-old, it sure made for an interesting night.

Stale snacks, prolapsed anuses, and naughty septuagenarians; my first experience in a BDSM dungeon

Turns out writing a song for a long lost love, recording it, and shipping it over international waters, isn't enough to win them over.

When my mom was around 65 years old, she started showing signs of dementia. Although she had always been demented in a funny, twisted, hilarious sort of way, this was the real deal, full-on clinical dementia.