Winter is my favorite season, followed by autumn, when the days get short and the darkness takes over. This year Chicago got a white Christmas with inches of snow falling on Christmas night. It must have been beautiful. But I wouldn't know because I spent Christmas...
So I had a rough summer, a not-much-better trip to South America and came back feeling more depressed than ever. I ate a lot. By the end of September, I had begun to pull out of it. I got back to my healthy eating habits. I started to lose the weight I put on in the...
I've been saying it for years: You can't cure families; you can only prevent them.
I was talking to someone this week about my worries about Bob's health, my health, my upcoming trip and my fears about life in general. She asked me how long I have been depressed. I was surprised by this. I didn't realize I was depressed. But as I turned it over in...
Good news: it looks like Bob will be home Monday night. Bad news: when I called the in-patient rehab center a month ago and asked what items I should buy for Bob's convalescence, the admissions officer reassured me that the physical therapist would order those items...
I find life uncomfortable enough without taking risks to experience more of it.
My Easter memories are of wanting this holiday to be as big and bright as Christmas, but it never was. Maybe part of the reason Easter has never been as big as Christmas is that Easter coincides with the spring solstice and Christmas coincides with the winter solstice...
Back when I was single (a little over a year ago legally and three years ago in practice), I used to wonder what it would be like to be married. It seemed unfair that the general answer seemed to be "Every marriage is different." What the heck did that mean? Why...
Previous post on fatness. Disclaimer: since I've become properly obese, I re-read these old posts and see my body dysmorphia and obsession with food and weight. It's sad to me now. I don't remember where, but I once read that most women will spread out around the...
I feel stressed out by my continuing unemployed state. I'm still temping, but there's only a month left of that job. I've been in and out of unemployment my whole life and have never had such a hard time finding a job. It might seem good that I just got married...
So I cut back to four shifts a week because my body can't take the physical pain of waitressing full-time and I'm driving more because the Chicago Transit Authority train line that I take is getting worse every week. These changes mean I'm not using my monthly CTA...
1. Working six shifts a week at the restaurant.2. Still trying to finish up the eight original songs I recorded last month.3. My man is gone until November.4. Trying to head off a depression.5. Feeling like I can't keep working six shifts a week for much longer. Hate...
On Tuesday I cancelled a chiropractor's appointment I had for that afternoon because my digestion felt fine. Within @#$-damn 90 minutes I had a pain in my right ankle that was bad enough to have me limping. What the hell? But I hesitated to get my appointment back...