The 1st Annual and 2nd Annual Joel Roasts were so wildly successful and popular, it seems only appropriate to go round 3! In celebration of my dad's 73rd birthday, here is this year's Joel Roast, a compilation of all the Joel Convos (conversations between me and my dad, Howard Joel Must) from October 28, 2016 - October 28, 2017! Comment below with which is your favorite! #joelconvo ** DAD: Who are you in the car with? ME: My friend, she's Jewish! DAD:...

In August 2008, 9 months after my sister killed herself, I walked into a tiny home in Huntington Woods, Michigan with a bag of clothes, my computer, my handmade journal, and my cat Koh in hand. Linda's home, what we called "The Yellow House", was a 30-minute drive from my parents'.  Just far enough away to feel like I could catch my breath and hide for the time being. Linda was like a second mother to...

The Contagion Effect: Understanding Suicide Remember that moment in The Truman Show when Jim Carrey's boat pierced the "sky"? In an instant, everything he thought was real and possible was disproven.  Suddenly, possibilities were endless. What he never considered were options—going outside his bubble, seeing the world in a different way—became his new reality. That's what it's like to experience suicide. Suddenly, the option of death becomes part of your reality, part of your vocabulary. It becomes tangible, something that's *almost* acceptable. Ever...

In December 2006, after traveling for a week in Thailand with my sister Miya and our mom (click here to read that blog post!), Miya and I flew to India. This is an excerpt from my memoir, Must Girls Love. Note that I removed some journal entries that discussed her relationship struggles to shorten this blog post. Read the entire chapter AND book on Amazon Kindle! Excerpt from Chapter 4: On December 14, Miya and I flew out of Bangkok for...

This is an excerpt from my memoir, Must Girls Love, about traveling Thailand with my sister Miya in 2006. I cut out some parts (i.e. some of Miya's journal entries and added tidbits), so this post wasn't overly long, but sharing this story with you is important. I wrote this book when I was 22 years old, and even a decade later it acts as a reminder to live more freely, more openly. I consider this time...

At 31, my mom was pregnant with me while juggling 3 children, ages 2, 4, and 6. My dad, working 18-hour days, was barely around and even when he was, he wasn't helpful. To this day, he doesn't know how to change a diaper. So my mom was left to care for us mostly alone, sometimes with the help of an 11-year-old babysitter or girlfriends who were also juggling their pods. My sister Miya was hyperactive; my sister Britni...