I’m tired of adulting. It’s exhausting. You know what I’m talking about, right? It’s the constant state of having to be responsible. And it’s wearing me out. I guess I’m finding it more challenging than usual to maintain my license to adult because I’m working on losing weight and finding solutions for my pain, and... Continue Reading →
Who Am I?
What would it be like to be me? I know, I know, you have pondered this very thought yourself, haven’t you? You can admit it, we’re all friends here. Really, though, I wonder what it would be like to be a 100%, totally authentic version of myself. What would happen if I dropped this disease-to-please,... Continue Reading →
One Year
I apologize in advance for what you are about to read. This post may make little or no sense. My mind is like a roomful of yarn after it has been attacked by kittens: a tangled, mangled mess. Now that I got the kittens out safely, I have to disentangle my thoughts. This will not... Continue Reading →
Worrywart
I’m a worrier. I worry about everything and everybody. I’m not proud of this trait (actually I’d prefer to be rid of it), but asking me to stop worrying is almost as absurd as telling me to stop being tall or having curly hair. It’s just not happening. Logic would dictate that worrying is a... Continue Reading →
My Collection
It’s snowing. Again. My head is pounding. Again. Today I feel as if neither of these will ever go away. Winter has been endless just as my pain is endless. Here’s the thing, though. I am confident that nature will do what it always does: get warmer so the snow will melt, enable trees and... Continue Reading →
You Like Me, Right?
I want everyone to like me. No, it’s way worse than that. Everyone has to like me. This is ridiculous, I know. Not everyone can possibly like you, I’m told. You can’t please everybody, I’m warned. You will run into people who just don’t find you agreeable, I’m admonished. And yet I believe I can... Continue Reading →
Couch Potatoing
I was looking though some photos recently and found this gem, taken of me when I was about six months old. I’ve seen this photo before yet it always gives me a laugh looking at my little elbow propped up on that pillow, my tiny hands clasped together giving off this total vibe of “everything’s... Continue Reading →
Incomplete
I had the dream again last night. The one where I’m weeks away from my college graduation and find out I don’t have enough credits to graduate. I have had this dream so often it’s like a bad novel I keep rereading, hoping for a different ending. But the ending is always the same. I’ve... Continue Reading →
A Sign?
Yesterday Bill and I attended a wake. This was not a personal friend, but a local business owner Bill had known most of his life and I have known since I moved to New Jersey 26 years ago. He was a kind man with a ready smile for everyone, so I guess it was no... Continue Reading →
Still Plagued
Medical update: It turns out I don’t actually have the plague, but I do have strep. The strep they told me I didn’t have on Tuesday when I felt like death was knocking on my door as I hid behind the couch. The strep the 15-minute rapid test didn’t show. The strep the nice PA... Continue Reading →
Ever Onward 