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Twelve years ago (this week, actually!), when the internet was a nascent wobbly-legged toddler and social media was not even a twinkle in a certain Aspergian's eye, I got engaged. Rich proposed in France, or at least the most earnest...
OK, so last year wasn't JUST about woeful introspection: my naval-gazing and brow-furrowed contemplation was occasionally interrupted by lighter moments. So here's what ELSE I learned in 2011: 1 - You should be paranoid when backing out of a parking...
I'm not gonna lie: 2011 was not my favorite year. It was a year of losing someone very dear to me. It was a year of loneliness. It was a year of failing, time and time again, to really do...
I think I've mentioned before that Ean struggles with anxiety (apple/tree, right?). His anxiety peaked last spring/summer and included both panic attacks and some very unsettling intrusive and obsessive thoughts. I did what I could to help him manage it,...
Back in July I made the decision to stop my meds for OCD/anxiety. I had been taking zoloft for several years and experienced very few side effects aside from the dreaded (and common) weight gain. I started gaining weight almost...
When I wrote about my writing weekend, I was so excited to articulate the feelings of authenticity and fearlessness I experienced that I neglected to share what I learned about what it means to be (and become) a writer. First...
So, the writing weekend. Wow. It was so many things.... I was my typical hand-wringing self the week before leaving. It's entirely possible that I put more thought into packing my suitcase than I did into my grad-school thesis. I...
After a flight time snafu, armrest-grabbing turbulence, torrential rain, and a few construction detours, I made it to Kripalu for my writing seminar. I am bunking in a room with 5 other women, sharing a communal bathroom, and sharing intimate...
This is one of those stories I'll have to delete from the blogosphere someday -- hopefully before Ean gets old enough to stumble across it and wonder why I felt compelled to share the breadth and depth of his dingbattery...
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