Humans are generally social creatures. Evolutionarily this must have once served us quite well, since to this day we crave togetherness so much that we make up ways to do things as a community. We create dances. We synchronize swim. We pledge allegiance to the Spartans or the Wolverines or the Bears and we all wear the same color and paint our faces and howl and sing … Continue reading People Detox
1.They tend to have a genetic predisposition. Something in the brain is a little haywire, slightly imbalanced. Both are examples of invisible diseases. 2. They get a boatload of judgment. Both get the, “Aren’t you over that yet?” Both get unsolicited tips. “Just stop after one”. “Just get outside”. “Just appreciate what you have”. “Just get over it”. Rarely does any good advice begin with, “Just”. One … Continue reading 10 Ways Depressives and Drunks are Similar
Full of a stroller handle in one and a small palm in the other when I walk into a store. Full of an infant that I balance on one knee as I squat in the stall, and toddler arms wrapped around me to keep from falling into the toilet that she needs to use five minutes after we walk in. Full of dishes that I put … Continue reading My Hands Are Full
So you decide to go camping this weekend with the kids. It’ll be fun, you think. It’ll be relaxing, you dare to dream. Nevermind that you and the toddler have been suffering debilitating allergies. You just started your second steroid of the month, which hasn’t fully kicked in yet and, so your head has been pounding for eight days straight so hard that you feel the … Continue reading The Adventure That is Camping With Young Children
There’s this thing called face blindness. Some people have it, and it makes it really hard for them to recognize others, even those they interact with often. Face blindness can compromise the ability to form lasting friendships or positive networking connections because a lot of people aren’t aware this exists, so it just seems weird when someone doesn’t say hi to you or notice you when … Continue reading Human Light-Brites
The first time my (now) husband took me to his parent’s house I didn’t get to meet them because they were out of the country, visiting their native Greece, but his yiayia (grandma) was there. She wore an ankle-length, dark navy dress, her usual attire as I would come to find, and her long gray hair was twisted into a bun that rested on the … Continue reading Yiayia’s Cooking Secrets (with Bonus Spinach Pie Recipe)
Happy birthday to you, and to many years more! You say it’s just a day, no need for decor, but I say let’s eat some cake (and then let’s eat some more!), because why not celebrate the man I adore? While we should never take for granted those we would die for, we know those fairy tale scenarios are nothing but lore. So when given … Continue reading Happy Birthday, Mr. Grouch.
Laundry is not a chore I mind doing. It’s something I can do while I’m doing other things around the house. It doesn’t require me to get my hands dirty. It’s not too physically demanding, except when I lug the basket up and down the stairs, but then I can pretend I’m getting some cardio in. I like the way our detergent smells. I like … Continue reading Three Dirty Wash Cloths Can Put A Parent With Anxiety and Depression Over The Edge
She started walking two days after, running within a week. Each day she ran those miles faster! Physically, she would quickly peak. She ran to combat it, her becoming a disaster. She was afraid to bring it up, she was scared they would ask her. But even more afraid of that, she feared that they wouldn’t. They had to bring it up, she knew that she couldn’t. It … Continue reading The Six Week Check-Up
Have you seen the movie 127 Hours? It’s based on the real life situation in which Aron Ralston went hiking by himself through some canyons in the desert and managed to get his arm trapped underneath a boulder too heavy for him to lift. He was stranded without hope for rescue and got to the point where me made the decision to cut his own arm off in order … Continue reading In Which Parenting is Like Cutting Off a Limb
A Morning Grouch 