I've tried to stay upbeat about this pandemic. As I've written previously, there are silver linings to be found in it. And I think most people are finding it to be a much needed forced time to reassess their goals and lives. But I've been rapidly approaching a breaking point in the last couple days. … Continue reading Holding on by a string
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Fear is a four-letter word
What am I afraid of? If you asked me that question a year ago I would have recited a litany of things. Snakes. Drowning. Vampires. Public speaking. Dying alone. Menopause. Finding a dead mouse in my take-out. Ruth Bader Ginsburg dying. Chelsea being relegated. My mother sneaking veal into her meatballs. Saints Matthew, Matthias, Bartholemew, … Continue reading Fear is a four-letter word
Travels With Crazy
For years I have believed I could compete on The Amazing Race. Whether I would win or not would depend upon finding the right partner. By “right partner” I mean someone who is a triathlete who can drive stick shift, has high tolerance for eating disgusting things and is willing to wear a fanny pack, because … Continue reading Travels With Crazy
