My Own Worst Enemy
I’m sitting at my favorite probably-wont-get-covid-here bar-with-a-couch, ostensibly writing my next piece for ADDitude magazine.
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A (Lightly Edited) Email to My Therapist
I have mixed feelings about emailing my therapist. But I can say for sure that I’d be a very different version of myself if she didn’t allow me to express myself through writing. Sometimes it’s philosophical and intellectual musings. Sometimes it’s a funny meme that accurately sums up something we have been talking about. But sometimes it’s a dive into my brain with no Coast-Guard-approved life vest.
I turn 40 Next Week and My Brain is a Clip Show of the Last decade
April, come she will
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain
May, she will stay
Resting in my arms again – Simon and Garfunkel
By May Day in North Carolina, you can safely dig warm homes for even the most fragile plant. The state bird is perching on the state flower; the over-saturated red of a cardinal next to the whites and pinks of the dogwoods.
To Do: Take a Bath and Ignore the Dishes
I’ve been sitting in my bathtub for an hour, reading a book and occasionally refreshing the water with a fresh burst of heat.
The Uninvited Lesson of Preeclampsia
I found this essay yesterday while searching for something else. Since today is the fourth anniversary of Rachael’s stroke, it seemed apropos to share it here this morning.
If You’re Happy and You Know it, Wonder Why
In college, before I started dating Zach, I dated this other guy. Some of you know him and a few of you remember that relationship. It was one of those short-lived intense codependent college relationships that are all roller coastery. The type where you put up with the lows, because the highs make you feel needed and important in someone’s life. And at the age of 19, I was desperate to figure out who I was and prove myself worthy of… anything.
“October Gardens Rusty, Ragged, Overgrown”
When I wrote Drawings From the Top of the Seasonal Affective Disorder Rollercoaster, I portrayed October as the top of the coaster, poised over the abyss of winter. It’s more complicated than that. While I love Halloween, the track to get there is full of potholes.