I don't know if my mother was a narcissist - or bi-polar or borderline. Those were words she tossed around over the years.

Settling other people's land is an American tradition.

The first person who ever told me that happiness was work was this manic-depressive artist I knew when I was in my 20s. I was like, 'What are you talking about? Happiness just happens. That's even the root of that word. How could it be work?

With each beat, the heart pumps nearly three ounces of blood into the arteries--seventy-five to ninety gallons an hour when the body is at rest.

In my experience, staying in a marriage that my ex and I both agreed had all its best moments behind it was epically depressing.

Some caregivers want to reciprocate the care they themselves received as children.

When I was a kid, my mother's parenting style teetered between benign neglect and intense bouts of violence.