I received a somewhat disturbing email last week. I had just finished an interview for the podcast, and I was feeling good. As I have been lately. Good enough that I sometimes wonder if I’m deluding myself. You’re not supposed to like work. Be happy. Feel
We went to the shore for Easter. The weather was supposed to be nice, and we figured it was worth the hour and a half drive.
Elizabeth, my youngest, could have resurrected Jesus herself with her screams. Then there was Emilia, frustrated with her little sister’s screams, and
I’m sorry for the delay. Things have been…weird around here.
My therapist has thrown out the word ‘manic’. My parents have expressed ‘worry’ and dying on a hill has entered the vernacular.
And the past few nights, when I couldn’t
A couple of weeks ago my friend came to visit. She’s also the godmother of my children. She’s also the reason I launched the last two episodes of the podcast. Anyway, I love this friend. I’ve known her for eight years. But it’
I’m a little angry right now. Not at my husband. But with someone my husband was just with. Someone my husband went out with, who said something to him.
This was during a guy’s night in New York on Friday. A trip I told him to
Reckoning (noun): An accounting, as for things received or done. When your actions are judged as good or bad and you are rewarded or punished.I have a theory. My theory is based on hunches and tidbits and quotes and after ten years in a relationship and three years as
Two things can be true at once. This was something my therapist told me on Thursday while I was telling her about my couple’s therapist. (Yes, I have become that person.)
The couple’s counselor, who we will call Penny, seemed great the first two times I