Have I ever mentioned how much I love questions and comments? I do. Thanks again to Jessie for the inspiration for this post. Here’s what Jessie says: My [dating] challenge…
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The summer I came back to the States, the fall I chose never to go back to Iran, I told myself that if I could just get away from my…
In grade school, I was one of those kids, the kind no one picked for their team. Instead, I lurked on the sidelines with Arlene, a fragile girl with Bambi eyes, and…
Walt and I are getting ready to go to Ireland for three whole months, which has me feeling vaguely hysterical. You want to see my all-or-nothing mindset kick in, my…
Want an Hour or Two of Giggles? Head on over to YouTube and plug in the keyword “Passive Aggressive.” Why would I do this, you ask? Because people who are…
When I was twenty-one I found myself in an awful predicament. With a semester and a half to go before graduating from college, I got pregnant. I decided that snowy…
If I were to teach a course about overcoming the emotional damage and the misconceptions picked up from alcoholic parents, this would be the semester’s assigned reading. You’ll see me…
I received an e-mail this week that speaks to so many of us raised in alcoholic households. I just went through a breakup again on Saturday. My 34th birthday. There…
I was talking to a girlfriend the other day and I was reminded of a painful lesson I had to learn, like, 2,347 times. Her lover had informed her that,…
I attended an exercise boot camp at a local gym this past Friday. Three days later, I can barely walk. Walt keeps making fun of me because every time I…
