How, exactly?

I have well-documented anxiety, and have recently begun discussing it with a therapist again. Why, you ask, wouldn't I be in a constant state of therapy if I know I have anxiety? Because I very much dislike crying. I get an awful headache after I cry, and it's obviously embarrassing and exhausting, but I also... Continue Reading →

Sleepless in El Paso

When the stitches aren't the only major story of the week, you know to send wine and fully vaccinated in-home masseuse, right? Yikes. In the last week, we've intercepted four sleepwalking adventures. One was my middle kid, Archie, who I suppose has been sleepwalking for a couple years, but he rarely walks anywhere, so I... Continue Reading →

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