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My therapist dropped a bombshell on me the other day. He told me that anxiety is a good thing. At which point, I was like — in my head, of course — “Dude, you cannot be serious. Anxiety sucks!”
My first sugar coma.
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I must have been 9 or 10. My baby sister was at daycare — “creche,” as the snooty owner-manager called them. The air was humid, grandma was snoring softly from her daybed, and I’d just discovered a jar of Nutella hidden behind some wheat crackers. The afternoon suddenly looked brighter.Continue reading“My first sugar coma.”
Thank you and next up!
I wake up to a buzzing inbox, and I am so touched.Continue reading“Thank you and next up!”
THE SECRET……IS OUT!
This is a moment I’ve been working towards for a long, long time. But now that we’re finally here, I find myself breathless and uncharacteristically at a loss for words.
At this point, I should be writing something flowery and clever — teasing you, dropping coy hints, but nope. Not happening.Continue reading“THE SECRET……IS OUT!”
The bare bones solution
I’ve been on a no-frills fitness plan, and mostly, I am pleased.Continue reading“The bare bones solution”
Wednesday evenings.
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He looks forward to Wednesday evenings. They feel safe and dependable — a godsend if you’re autistic and anxious, like my son.Continue reading“Wednesday evenings.”
Hey Elon, call me back. We need to chat.
Last week, for a wild 10 minutes, we thought Minnie had gobbled down a car key.
There was a flash of her tongue, scooping up something red, and Grandma screamed, “No, Minnie!! Drop it, drop it, drop it!”Continue reading“Hey Elon, call me back. We need to chat.”
A tale in two parts.
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Saturday, 01/15.2022
I’m spending two nights away from home, and hoo boy, it is such a maelstrom of emotions. On the one hand, I’m thrilled to have some me-time. One of the kids is coming with, so it won’t be all windswept hair and sips of chardonnay, but hey! Oregon beckons, and I get to see my dog again. Continue reading“A tale in two parts.”
2 pink lines.
Truth be told, it was only a matter of time.Continue reading“2 pink lines.”
Oh, Courtney!
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There’s a new pest in town, and “her” name is Courtney.
You see, Courtney sends me daily emails about hooking up.Continue reading“Oh, Courtney!”
