If I had a superhero name, it would probably be “The Internalizer.” Despite evidence that suggests internalizing is, or can be, detrimental to one’s physical health and/or emotional well-being, I find that it works for me. Or at least it has so far. That’s not to say that I won’t spontaneously combust one of theseContinue reading “The Internalizer”
Tag Archives: Well Being
Hopelessly Addicted To … Books
I am a hopeless addict — and books are my drug of choice. I think about them constantly. When can I sneak a hit? Which will be the one to satisfy my craving? Will people judge me? I’ve gone into debt for books. (Yes, A, the Barnes & Noble credit card was a bad ideaContinue reading “Hopelessly Addicted To … Books”
Trying Times Are Times For Trying
“To try is to lie.” This thought has been tormenting me for days. Last week, I told you about a conversation I had in which I wished somebody a good day, she said she would do her best to have one, and then we agreed that, sometimes, all we can do is try. Not longContinue reading “Trying Times Are Times For Trying”
If I’m Being Honest …
Something unexpected happened last night. I was at a local gathering of mystery writers/readers (shout out, MWA-CT) — and no, the fact that I was out of the house alone on a Saturday night is not the unexpected thing — when people started approaching me to talk about this blog. People who’ve actually read it.Continue reading “If I’m Being Honest …”
Chunky: It’s Not Just An Adjective!
It all began with a Kit Kat bar. Or at least I thought that it did. My mom and I were driving to the hospital the other day when, without provocation, she turned to me and said, “Kit Kat,” with a gleam in her eyes that only the promise of junk food can elicit. IContinue reading “Chunky: It’s Not Just An Adjective!”
A Prescription for Possibility
I had a short conversation the other day that has stuck with me — not because it was particularly meaningful but because … well, you’ll see. I was at the pharmacy picking up medication for my mother. To further set the scene, it was early morning, pre-coffee. (I’m foreshadowing a false sense of doom here.Continue reading “A Prescription for Possibility”
The Weight of Being
Diet. It’s one of the filthiest four-letter words in the entirety of the English language. And believe me, I know a lot of them. With that caveat, I will now state my intention to begin cultivating healthier habits. I will not call this intention a diet. I will call it a … lifestyle change. It’sContinue reading “The Weight of Being”
Write Away / Write A Way 