I still recall the day at work I got called the A-word. No, not that A-word. The other one. The one that should be a good thing. That is a good thing. But was said in a way that made it clear it was anything but a good thing. “You’re so… (insert...
You wouldn’t eat it, would you? It’s bad for you. Unhealthy. Unsatisfying. Toxic. So why do you keep feeding yourself garbage? I’m not talking about those Twinkies, Ring-Dings, and HoHo’s you keep tucked away in the pantry for the kids’...
“I don’t wanna…!” The voice sounds like a petulant, whiny four-year-old. But there’s no four-year-old here. There’s just me. That’s MY voice. My inner four-year-old complains loudly, annoyingly, through anything she...
I am, admittedly, not very good at self-care. That whole “put on your own oxygen mask before assisting others.” Maybe it’s because I’ve always associated self-care with self-indulgence. It’s easy to see why – nearly every article...
A friend gave me some advice about mountain climbing. She’s not a mountain climber. Neither am I. To be clear, my mountains aren’t the kind that require proper hand holds and harnesses and belays. My mountains are the ones I see in front of me and...
