What’s the worst that could happen?

A common approach to dealing with one’s fears and anxiety is to imagine a worst-case scenario. What is the worst thing that could happen if you do X? For some reason this approach doesn’t seem to work on me as I have already imagined not only the worst-case scenario but also the slightly less troublesome... Continue Reading →

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Weekend retreat

The idea of coming together with other writers -- some friends, some strangers -- for an entire weekend away from the stressful realities of life felt both exhilarating and terrifying. It is something I need: space to think, to read, to write, without distractions and in a place that promised inspiring scenery. At home, I... Continue Reading →

Momiversary and other thoughts

Today is my anniversary of motherhood. Eleven years ago I drove through a torrential rainstorm, waited for hours in the JFK airport, and at around 11:30 pm I met my son. A happy moment (and also slightly terrifying) and one that we regularly reminisce. But the moments leading up to it were painful. And this... Continue Reading →

Row, row, row your boat…

...not so gently into the swimming area. I spent this past weekend at cub scout camp with my youngest son and a handful of other scouts and their parents. The weather was great, our boys had a blast, and I thoroughly enjoyed having someone else cook, serve, and clean up after me at every meal.... Continue Reading →

Living in Infamy

One way my social anxiety manifests its ugly self is the fear of small talk. That whole - what to say, how long to stay in the conversation, is my face doing something ridiculous right now that makes it seem like I have no idea what the other person is talking about - thing regularly... Continue Reading →

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