Category: fears

Minor Alteration

My first blog post was on July 3, 2007. No picture. No “my thoughts from…” sign-off. I didn’t even know what I was doing was called a post. I typed— this is my very first blog entry. I thanked all zero of the people following my blog at the time for “letting me sort it…

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Pressed

Years ago, I found myself in a Walgreens parking lot. My kids were still little, so I’m sure I was picking up liquid Tylenol, or maybe I was shopping for cards and Oreos because everyone was finally asleep. It was a mundane night. I don’t remember why I was there. And yet, I will never…

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Jerkin

My daughter is in London on a school trip. She comes home tomorrow. It was Saturday evening before I’d heard the news of the London Bridge attack. We had already received an email from her chaperone about the fun they’d had that day and that they were back in their hotel room. I called her…

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Mending

  My efforts to simplify my life have somehow touched a nerve. As I continue to reduce my “stuff” and practice conscious consumerism,  I’m faced with the fact that I may be buying things in response to issues that have nothing to do with always having an extra mascara or stocking up on black socks…

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Soap

What happened to turning on the bathroom water, pushing the little thingie for soap, and grabbing a few paper towels? We have turned into a bunch of hand wavers trying to trip some sensor simply to wash our hands. Have you looked around an airport bathroom, or better yet, been treated to a spontaneous bidet when…

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Front Loader

I always sat in the front of the room. The front was the power position. Where the talented people sat. New school year, impossible project, new job anywhere, I boldly walked to the front. Convinced the world needed me and that I needed recognition. My notes were works of art, everything dotted and crossed. If someone…

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Cycles

  Inviting a pet into your life is an exercise in being in the now. When I was searching for my Jack, I read about different dog breeds, and there was one section I still find troubling—life expectancy. Jack is a Brittany, and the average life expectancy for his breed is 12-13 years. That’s not…

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Breathable

Sometimes I can’t breathe. It’s too much, too many, too fast and I can’t catch my breath. Most of the time I don’t see it coming, things are going along just fine and then all at once they are not. People close to me will say that they saw it, they knew, but I must…

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Big Girl Pants

I’ve never liked escalators. When I was a child, I was terrified of them. I’d grasp for a hand or stand there holding up traffic. I was always worried that I’d miss the first step and somehow slide into the steel folding blocks of decent. There they would crunch me up like yesterday’s garbage. It was…

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