Get out of my freakin’ way

That means you. Yes, you. And by you, I mean me. I’m talking to myself. Not my whole self, just the whiny, mewling bit that has rigid ideas about its future. What she’s planned. What she’s worked for. What she deserves—with a capital D. I’m betting you have this alter ego also. You know, the…

Brave enough to break

The determination in her face was obvious. “I will bend, but I will not break,” she said. And with that, she burst into tears. As I hugged her, I said, “It’s ok. You can break. In fact, I think you need to.” She looked at me in disbelief. “You never broke. Look at you. You’re…

Grief is a funny thing. Except it isn’t.

You can go for days, weeks, months with no episodes. You are back to life as usual, feeling like you did the hard work to adjust to your new normal. Usually this new normal is a rearranged normal, a normal that for a time at least, is meant to cover a gaping hole in your…

Shaddup, shaddup, shaddup

We are a society of motormouths. Yes. Us. And by us, I mean us ugly Americans. There is a reason we got that unattractive nickname overseas. And we continue to display it with alarming regularity. We’re not always dissing another culture, though. Many times, we’re unwittingly dissing the person sitting right next to us. We….