My dad was an abrasive, unaware, selfish jerk. But that was only one side. Did his loving side count too?| daphneberryhill.substack.com
My brother Patrick’s death reminded me that any day could be my last too. “Hurry and get a move on it,” he’d tell me. His voice. It’s always there.| daphneberryhill.substack.com
The costs of gender stereotyping| daphneberryhill.substack.com
For the first time in my life, I’m mostly surrounded by people who have no memory of the 1970s. After my brother died, I wanted to go back to when we were kids.| daphneberryhill.substack.com
Sorting through the past: I always knew my brother's life was harder than mine. But I never knew just how hard until after he died.| daphneberryhill.substack.com
My grandma Marie banished my mom from existence after my parents divorced. But I remember when they were both on the same side: my dad's side.| daphneberryhill.substack.com
Navigating Body Image, Nostalgia, and Changing Perspectives: How Gen Z Is Reframing the Barbie Experience and Inspiring New Conversations.| daphneberryhill.substack.com
When pain is frozen in time, old memories feel fresh, raw and impossible to rebury. Stories need to come out. And pain deserves a proper burial.| daphneberryhill.substack.com
30 years ago, my Gen X heart fell for a guy who told me I could say anything, so I asked him to marry me| daphneberryhill.substack.com
Forget happily ever after. Some marriages were heart-wrenching prison sentences. Staying avoided scandal. But some scandals might be worth the risk.| daphneberryhill.substack.com
The Superficial, Superfluous, Super Sexist 90s| daphneberryhill.substack.com