Esquire/Cosmo/Good Housekeeping/Elle/Woman's Day: I Had to Deal With My Father's House...
In 2016, my short essay on cleaning up my father’s estate after his crimes went viral across Hearst six Hearst sites. The essay begins:
“On New Year's Eve of 1999, as I guzzled Yuengling Lagers and waited for planes to fall out of the Y2K sky, my father called for the first time in a year. But he was so drunk that he didn't recognize my voice. In fact, he insisted I wasn't me. I pleaded with him — Dad, it's really me — but he slurred at me to go find his daughter. Somehow, this was the proverbial straw.”