Life with Prosopagnosia 2
Want to see if you have face blindness or prosopagnosia? Go here and take a test. It won't definitively tell you, but might give you an idea. I need lots of extra time to memorize just one face (like weeks or months). Until I finally get a face down, I rely heavily on...
Life with Prosopagnosia
Dear Jennifer, It was nice to meet you the other day. Again, welcome to your new job. I like working here a lot. I’ve been here four years and hope to be here for about 15 more. Please keep in mind that I have a condition called prosopagnosia which means I don’t...
“In Praise of Depression”
Thanks to Jess Young for directing me to an article published on TheRumpus.net called "In Praise of Depression." I might be able to get behind the idea of praising depression, but I didn't quite follow all of Katherine Sharpe's argument, although I liked her...
Living with Depression
I get the opposite of what many people get. Seasonal Affective Disorder hits during the colder months when there's less light, but those aren't my worst months. My worst months often happen in the summer. Some of my most serious depressions have started in June, July...
Pit Bulls Don’t Have Great Digestion
For those who have been following the story of our new dog, here’s an update (for those who haven’t been following the story: we purchased Ozzie from a shelter in Sept. 2011. He’s a 49-pound, black, pit bull mix who’s four years old, but acts like a puppy). Hey...
DINKs (Double Income No Kids)
I said, "Hey, Bob. It's time for back-to-school shopping and we still don't have kids." Bob replied, "Okay, good. Let's keep it that way." "Okay."
My Native Language Is Still English
I envy non-Latino-looking Americans who learn Spanish and receive congratulations for it.
Health Benefits for Women Go into Effect August 1, 2012
I have a signature on my personal email that was particularly appropriate when I emailed this information to friends. It reads, "You can't cure families; you can only prevent them."
Middle-Aged and Proud
People think they're being nice when they try to tell me I'm not middle-aged, but I think they're really trying to tell me they're not middle-aged. People in their 40s and up often protest when I define the 40s as middle-aged, but twenty-six-year-olds don't. They know...
Let’s Hear It for Menopause!
Birthday roses from my husband on July 24th On Tuesday I turned 46 years old. Americans try to pretend that 46 is still young, but reproductively, there’s no denying that 46 often falls in the middle of one of the biggest shifts in a woman’s life. Puberty marks the...
“Shooting” the Dog
I guess when my life gets more demanding, my blog posts get shorter. I found out today that the dog needs vitamin B12 supplements, by injection. One shot a week. Guess who's giving the shots because her husband hates needles? Dog ownership just hasn't gone smoothly...
Driving Me to Drink
After the dog exploded in several puddles of diarrhea on the afternoon of Thursday, June 21st, I had a bad night, followed by a bad day of wondering why I'd ever agreed to get a dog. That Friday night I had a birthday party to go to. I warned the dog to keep it...