For the Love of Running
They say you never forget your first love. Mine was running, a passion I discovered on accident at Family Camp around age seven. On a whim, I’d entered a two-mile fun run—-and won! My tumultuous affair with running had begun. For two decades, I was faithful to my sport. In the beginning,

Me, My Date, and ED (Part Two)
(Continued from yesterday's post) Soon the men I was seeing saw through me and uncovered my anorexia (a.k.a. Ana). “I’ve noticed some things,” my new flame said over coffee one morning. “And they kind of freaked me out.” I mentally retraced our last date in search of Freudian slips, bats in

Me, My Date, and ED (Part One)
After my divorce, I threw myself heart-first into the search for the next Mr. Right. With two spawns still in diapers, I was at a major disadvantage compared to my peers. Since guys tend to think with one organ only —and it isn’t the brain—I figured a slimmer silhouette would compensate for

Culinary Therapy
Okay, okay, Erica Rivera has officially chilled out. I woke up on Tuesday morning after my boo-hoo fest with that damn depression monkey still on my back. The girls and I had started a huge (literally!) cupcake mission the night before and they were jonesing to finish it. Despite our poodle, Tito, having taken

Girl, Interrupted
The dark has descended. On Minnesota. On me. Yesterday I woke up at noon (the only way daylight savings has altered my life is that now I use my sleep mask more consistently), did some completely soul-deadening writing interspersed with wracking sobs, followed by a workout and a meal eaten standing up in my