“And sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow’s eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.” –Helena in Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream. At the risk of posting yet again about my dog (W: You’re not going to make it into a dog blog, are you? Me: Of course not. I’m…
My ex-boyfriend used to say, “Speed is your friend.” He was usually talking about mountain biking and he meant, let go of your @&%#ing brakes. I don’t mountain bike anymore, but I can see how this advice is true in many sports. On skis, for instance, if you’re trying too…
Some people seek shopping as therapy. I need therapy after shopping.
Some days the empty page is downright hostile. Document1 snarls, you don’t really want to write that, do you? Shrinking under its judgment, I look away from the screen. Cleo is curled on her dog bed next to my desk, her squeaky egg under her chin, half asleep with her…
I wonder what would happen if a squirrel 30 feet up a tree suddenly looked back and thought, Shit that’s a long way down. I’m hanging here by my toenails. Or, midleap between tall branches understands, I’m defying gravity. He looks at his landing zone and realizes, That little twig?…
W wasn’t thrilled with the idea of my taking the wheel today for some reason. On our way out the door to our local the ski center I mentioned the possibility that I might drive, but he said no, he just felt like driving. I wondered if my anxiety makes…
So far this week I launched this blog, drove my husband’s truck for the first time, telemark skied some black diamond trails, and opened several plastic containers of unknown vintage in the back of the refrigerator. None of these feats, however, compare to the daring move I contemplated yesterday: pointing…
It had been a long time since I’d driven any vehicle when I found out that in two weeks I’d be teaching a canoe class which meant I’d likely be responsible for driving a 15-passenger van. “You’re going to need…
In elementary school I was a cognitive behaviorist. At around nine years old, one day I decided for no apparent reason, no more nightlight. Maybe I thought I was too old, or I was tired of being afraid of the dark,…
I am freaking out right now…an excellent place to start: freaking out about my freakout blog. No pressure. I just need to create THE BLOG about living with panic disorder. My mission: to bring comfort and humor to sufferers of panic all over the world and understanding from their…
