Anyone who’s known me for more than a
week probably knows I am a bookworm. Give me an hour of precious free time, and
I’ll quickly bury my head in the world of words.
It took years before my husband
finally realized that when I’m deep in a good story, he no longer exists to me.
And should he persist in trying to get my attention, he deserves the fury he
may unleash for pulling me so cruelly back to reality.
One of my best childhood memories was
the regular trips to the public library with my ...
How does one find oneself in the parking
lot of a retail store eating yogurt with a fork in her car?
Not a cup of yogurt, mind you, but a dinner-sized
yogurt-fruit-granola parfait. And the store was appropriately, in this case,
named Hobo, which is what I felt like huddled in the front seat, wondering
whether an officer would come knocking on the window asking what the hell I was
What I was doing was improvising. The
day hadn’t gone exactly as planned. My well-thought-out plan was this: a
morning lovingly sending my daughter off to school, followed ...
It’s been 12 years since I have
started a new job. I had forgotten how physically and emotionally draining the
first few days, weeks and maybe even months can be.
After a whirlwind first day, spent
meeting new coworkers and going through a massive project list followed by
rushing home to wolf down food and get my daughter to gymnastics, I crawled
into bed exhausted. Yet sleep eluded me.
My brain was stuck on repeat: “must process, must process.”
I tossed and turned and had weird dreams. When the alarm finally went off, my
inner introvert pulled her head ...
How do you establish trust with someone you’ve
betrayed too many times? And what if the person you’ve betrayed is yourself?
Trusting themselves seems so easy for
men, but I’m not certain the same holds true for women. Personally, I second
guess myself all the time and I have plenty of friends who do the same. The problem
is that for most of my life, I had lied to myself, so much so that I didn’t even
realize I was lying anymore.
For years, I thought I was healthy
because I woke up at 5:30 ...
Today I mailed in the reply card for Prevention Magazine. Yep, I’m going to
subscribe to the magazine that 15 years ago, I thought was for old people.
Somehow I couldn’t resist their direct
mail piece. It wasn’t the headlines that got me (“Fight Fat After 40,” “Stop
Wrinkles Now”)—well, maybe they got my attention a little bit. It was the woman
on the cover. She appeared older than 40 and was definitely winning the battles
against fat, with a zestful smile and a body that looked strong enough to kick
Normally, I would ...