I was standing on the sidewalk outside my apartment building, impatiently waiting for my dog to go pee. Just under four months old and maybe seven pounds, Benny was scared of the outdoors. At nine p.m., the neighborhood was dark and filled with terrors—like windblown McDonald’s wrappers and planes flying overhead. Getting Benny from the … Continue reading Me, Too?
Here’s everything I’ve tried over the past few years to manage my anxiety and panic attacks: Breathing exercises. Yoga. Praying. Meditation. Running. Marijuana/CBD. Xanax. Antidepressants. Diet changes. No alcohol. Sleep. Fidget cubes. Thyroid tests. A new job. New roommates. Red wine. Magnesium. Stress gummies. Writing. Coloring. Mental health days. Tea instead of coffee. Aromatherapy. Deep … Continue reading On Anxiety & Emotional Support Animals
I’ve always considered myself to be a fiction writer. I lived in my imagination as a kid (and yet, I was pragmatic to a fault at times; just ask my dad). Long before I’d experienced any real pain or suffering in life, I wrote “chapter books” about The Underground Railroad or young girls forced into … Continue reading Nothing But Fiction
My sister and I went to the midnight premiere of Magic Mike—a movie about male strippers. And let’s be honest: we didn’t go for the plot. I enjoyed seeing practically naked men shake what God (and some hard work at the gym, dieting, a spray tan, and maybe some steroids) gave them on a giant … Continue reading The Time I Thought About Dying