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Today is a celebration. Pour yourself some champagne — I've reached the magical level of podcasting where people are angry about things I didn't say, names I didn't use, and jokes they've decided to treat like sworn testimony. So this one opens with a little fan mail: a toast to the haters, a quick…

I'm 18 years old and I'm sitting in a basket of dirty laundry. Not next to it. IN it. In my mother's cellar, following her around the house all day like a puppy, because I have something to tell her and I physically cannot get the words out. Chapter 1 ended with one word on the morning of my 18th b…

This is the chapter I almost didn't tell. Last chapter ended on a normal fall night in Northeast Philly — leaves in the orange pumpkin bags, mac and cheese on the stove, a kiss on my son's head before I left for the gym. And then my phone rang. My actual next-door neighbor, completely out of breath…

A couple of days ago my phone rang. My cousin — an amazing human, a very important person in my life — and I could tell by her voice something was off. Then came the words that always come right before a bomb drops: "I'm always hesitant to tell you these things because I don't want it to be hurtful…