Do you, my dear reader, have a story you can put down? It's just a story, after all.
Because this job (and life) can feel quite heavy at times, let me provide a little insight into how I smile and move through the week without being flattened.
We look at the pet scan which shows a shadowy outline of my body containing the darkened shapes of liver, brain, kidneys, bladder (pee pee is funny :).
On Christmas Day in the evening, I was driving R and our new puppy home from a friend’s house. R said, “I really want to stop at the store and get a new car.” “No, we have sooooo many new toys at home! Let’s just go home and play with all of our new … Continue reading It’s JANUARY!
Now that I better understand the feminine divine, I see that, because of her nature, she doesn’t fit easily into organized religion. She is too big and complicated for that. There are no instructions for breathing! How would you teach someone to inhale? Yet, I notice very quickly when I am becoming oxygen-deprived.
I walk onto the beach with board in hand, sinuses full of sea water and arms dangling like ropes. Some days you don't catch any waves. It's okay to be bad at things and do them anyway--actually it's recommended.
Why are you strong, brave, resilient or inspiring? Hint: It has nothing to do with what's gone wrong in your life.
Last July I was out for one of my nightly walks with R in the stroller and the stars and jets and helicopters twinkling overhead. I imagine I was probably listening to a Dear Sugars podcast and soaking in the thick, night air. I was texting with a friend and I commented on how I … Continue reading F*ck it. Write the book.
I’ve been writing a lot this past week but it’s been pretty scattered. I’ve had a hard time corralling it into something that resembles a coherent post. Last night as I laid down to go to sleep, I thought about the morning. Mornings are hard lately. I wake up too early and usually with a … Continue reading Hold Out Your Hand
This morning I woke up early. Like 2:30am. I have a cold so this was a mix of sinus congestion, jitteriness from Sudafed (for the sinus congestion) and my freaking unstoppable mind. Whenever this happens I hear the voice of Dr. Fleisher, the last psychiatrist I worked with, in my head, “Early morning awakening should … Continue reading The unsinkable cork