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  • The Gift And Curse Of Hindsight

    This morning, I texted my baby sister to congratulate her on her new job. “So excited!! About time I finally got a career. lol,” she replied. Like a lot of young people her age, my sister has cycled through a few educational choices and service industry jobs. Last fall, she hit on something that stuck,…

  • It’s Not A One Shot World

    Recently, I saw one of my favorite new artists live. Before the show, I busied myself with reading reviews of her latest cd – a pretty radical departure from her debut – to see if my opinion that she’s taken a turn for the Stevie Nicks (a very good thing in my books) was shared by…

  • My Favorite People Are Fighters

    I once had a boyfriend who took no end of delight in making joking asides about the rugged, austere and highly frugal stock he assumed I was descended from – people who performed their own amputations, sewed their clothes out of burlap, gave birth in the field and then went back to digging up turnips…

  • Anxiety And The Entrepreneur: How I Learned To Worry And Keep Working Anyway

    It usually starts with my stomach, which, owing to celiac, gets out of whack very easily anyway, making it difficult to identify I’ve eaten something bad from anxiety with a capital A. All those trips and vacations I thought I’d inadvertently ingested some gluten or all the times I felt gurgly and terrible sitting in…

  • Why Answers Don’t Matter

    It doesn’t matter why he didn’t call after what you thought was an awesome date. It doesn’t matter why you didn’t get that job even after nailing the interview. It doesn’t matter why the Rite-Aid cashier rolled her eyes at you. The reasons why do not matter. It’s utterly liberating to contemplate. Someone did or…

  • You Are Hard To Kill

    One thing I am learning is how very hard people are to kill. On one hand, our fragile little bodies can be crushed like soda crackers, but on the other, all of the feelings that we’re so sure signal the end for us never really do. We spend so much time and effort doing absolutely…

  • This Post Has Nothing To Do With Downward Dog

    My shoulders have always been a trouble spot. My sisters used to make fun of the way I would try on new clothes at Christmas – scrunch my shoulders all the way up to my ears and then ask if the hitched-up garment looked okay. I even sleep in that posture. Everyone knows that crossing…

  • Only You Can Save Yourself

    You have to save yourself. Not Jesus, not Buddha, not Dr. Oz, not a new job or your next relationship. You can get help – get therapy, get a dietician, get an education – but you’re still the one who has to sign on the dotted line. It’s both liberating and terrifying to contemplate. I…

  • Self-Sufficiency Is A Lie I’m Going To Stop Telling Myself

    My parents have two dogs. The old one is lethargic and entitled, but the younger one is a survivor. She can left herself out of the house, do her business and then come back to the door and bark to be let in. She can use her paw to sweep food scraps from the counter…

  • I Am An Idea Hoarder

    You wouldn’t think it if you looked at the bottom of my purse, but I’m not much of a collector. A person who can’t be bothered to throw out empty packs of gum or appointment cards for a haircut that was four months ago, yes, but not by nature a treasurer of valuable or sentimental…