I got two tattoos this past weekend. Because, you know, I’m cool like that.* One of them was on my ribcage, which, according to some, is a painful location to get tattooed. When the needle hit the thin skin over my ribs, it took my breath away. The artist stopped and looked up, “you ok?”
Tag: fear
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 am in one of those “riding on cloud nine” moods where I think, for a moment anyway, that I’ve found Shambala and the Holy Grail. Truth is, I’ve found nothing, except, it seems, a hefty dose of serenity on the other side of what has been several weeks filled with anxiety and overwhelm. In
Is my daughter watching too much TV? Getting too much screen time? Is she getting enough “fresh air”? Is she going to pick up a stomach virus? A serious personal dread of mine. Are people going to pick on her at school? Am I spoiling her with clothes or toys? Am I using my phone
It was mid-June, a little before 6:00am. I didn’t know the exact time because I stopped looking at the clock by then, but I knew the approximate time by the amount of sunlight coming through the window. It must have been a Tuesday because it was Garbage Day. I watched the garbage truck thump up the
My New Year’s resolution is to stop worrying. My worrying has grown to such an extent that it is making me miserable and annoying those around me. Intellectually, I know it is a waste of time and energy to worry. I freely admonish others not to do so. But I’m really having trouble breaking this
I’ve got to tell you, I’m totally freaking out about the future. My future, my child’s future. Maybe I’m being dramatic or overly anxious, but I am spending more and more time thinking about how humanity is crumbling and the fact that we are destroying our planet. I think about it with every new item
I think a lot of the judgment issues among parents (and from non-parents toward parents) arises from a fear of the unknown. This article by famous free-ranger Lenore Skenazy came up on my Facebook newsfeed, and nestled beneath the share I found a host of sympathetic comments. I read the comments before I read
I’ve got to admit something. I tend to tell people that I don’t really like the beach and deflect all invitations to do something requiring that I put on a bathing suit. Yes, I bared my stomach for the internet to see but my challenges with accepting and appreciating my body haven’t gone away. I’ve
When I became a mother, I knew it would be a lot of responsibility and a lot of caretaking. After all, I had owned a number of cats and dogs over the years. You have to make sure they are fed, kept warm, given the opportunity to perform bodily functions, taken to the vet once
