You say you love the United States Constitution, and yet you have no problem telling anyone who exercises their First Amendment right in order to call “Bullshit” on any aspect of this allegedly great nation to “love it or leave it.” You say you love the United States Constitution, and…

Did you know that May is Mental Health Awareness Month? Did you know that #itsokaytonotbeokay? Did you know that some hot supermodel killed herself even though she was a hot supermodel? Did you know that Ariana Grande speaks out to end the stigma around mental health? Did you know that…

Small town news used to be small time news. A cat stuck in a tree. A car rolled through a stop-sign and the driver was sighted, and cited. This ho-hum borough council meeting induced more yawns than it did votes, and that local library held a bake sale. These days…

I’m afraid to write this essay. But then, I’m afraid of everything, so what the hell? Even if I don’t write it, I’ll still be afraid. Just not of this. Of something else. Of accidentally dropping the toaster in the sink while I’m washing dishes. I mean, I don’t have…

I first realized that Gilbert & Sullivan were problematic before I had ever performed in my first operetta. At age 23, I had graduated over a year earlier with a Bachelor’s degree in Theatre. Unsure of how to use that professionally, I was thinking about dipping my toe into the…

Goddamn, man. That’s pressure. While I am double-vaxxed and boosted, I do realize that COVID could come for me, wrapping itself endearingly around my pleurally-sensitive, asthmatic lungs and refusing to let go until I expire amidst a sea of tubes and beeps that drive ICU nurses crazy night and day…

It’s very hashtageriffic, if you’re a mental health advocate in America, to lash out against “stigma” in your battle royale in which you are engaged against… well, against what? Stigma? So you post and you use #fuckstigma or #stigmasucks or #suckitstigma or #stigmasucksbigfatsalamititties in your vitriolic mental health de-stigmatization posts…

Suicide awareness-raising is an odd hobby. I call it a hobby, but I guess you could call it a mission, or a vocation — I don’t know. Those sound kind of lofty to me. I have called it a “mission” from time-to-time, but it’s a little strong for my tastes…

Poor Mrs. McCabe. They didn’t train school nurses back in the eighties to deal with motherfuckers like me. Nowadays, elementary school nurses have had their training ratcheted up a few ticks; they’re trained in everything from crisis intervention, suicide prevention, and (you know, because this is America, where the 2nd…