I looked down at my right hand and couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My pointer finger was broken. I mean, totally broken in half. So weird, I didn’t feel any pain. But it was clearly broken. It had to be fixed. I had to get myself to a hospital. But there was no time!
I get a weird pit in my stomach when certain songs pop up on Pandora, or when I watch an episode of an anime series that really resonates with me. And while I do happen to have some sort of stomach bug at the moment, I don’t think that’s what it is. I am going
I have very vivid dreams. Often my husband will tell me I was yelling or crying in my sleep. Sometimes I punch him, the poor man. I frequently dream about work, to the point where I wake up exhausted, feeling as if I worked all night. I have had to argue cases not in a
It occurs to me sometimes that I am meandering through life still trying to figure things out in my mid-thirties, the age at which I had always assumed I would be finished with figuring out all the things. It pains me, at these times, to consider the fact that I am dragging my poor kids