December 2, 2014
Today is the first day in a week that I was willing to get up at 5:45 a.m. to write. The other mornings were filled with anxiety and dread over what’s been happening in St. Louis, snuggles with my family (which overcomes the anxiety and are therefore worth skipping the writing), opportunities to sleep in (thank you, Thanksgiving), other obligations (Scout Mass, 5-mile walk) and an ice storm. That last one was yesterday, which is a story in and of itself.
November 25, 2014
Okay, the decision has been released, and here’s my follow-up.
November 25, 2014
I think what frightens me most, what probably frightens everyone most, is that we don’t know just how bad it will be.
November 24, 2014
It’s that time of the year: time to start stressing out about buying Christmas presents. It’s a wonderful time of anxiety and, as we near the actual holiday, panic. In my humble opinion, the Christmas season would be a lot more enjoyable if every person I knew had an Amazon wish list.
November 23, 2014
M ordered my Christmas present yesterday. We researched and discussed features and options, and we even went out to a store to look over what we thought we wanted. (I’m a huge proponent of buying local, but when Amazon has the exact same thing for over a hundred dollars less, it’s hard to pass it up.)
November 21, 2014
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November 19, 2014
November 19, 2014
I have literary attention deficit disorder. LADD. I don’t know if this is formally recognized by the psychiatric industry, but I am convinced that it’s real, and that I have it.
November 18, 2014
Some days…the writing…it just doesn’t come.