It’s a Brave New World–For Women
I want a new category on Amazon that more accurately reflects the changes afoot in our ideation of a woman’s place in the world. In order to do this, I feel I have to branch out in my writing and … Continue reading →
Category Archives: coping skills
Simple Procedures I Get to Sleep Through
Today, I had a dentist appointment, to get a tooth pulled and cavities filled. That’s what IÂ get for avoiding dentists for–what? 15 years? I’ve been fortunate, since IÂ have always enjoyed healthy teeth, but I should have gone to a few … Continue reading →
Nom Nom Nom de Plume
How delicious. To be someone else. To reinvent oneself. I’m not talking about who you are at your core, but about characteristics that might not be serving you anymore. I’ve done it several times over, and not only with names. … Continue reading →
Heavy Cream
Says right there, it’s heavy. And yet it rises to the top. There are heavy hearts. Heavy minds. But it says right there it’s heavy and yet it rises to the top. Be the cream, my people. Be. The. Cream. … Continue reading →
Being a Delicate Organism
Highly Sensitive People are, as the moniker suggests, acutely aware of stimuli. Which is one reason I prefer the designation of Highly Aware Person. HAP. I’m a Hap. A Happy. Sounds much better to me than being called “Highly Sensitive” … Continue reading →
Oh Victory in Earworms (A Melodious Malady)
Kelli Jae Baeli #IronyoftheDay I’m an atheist, & yet I woke up with a HYMN stuck in my head. I’d pray to God to make it stop, but then, well. You know. Pasted from <https://www.facebook.com/jaebaeli> Yeah, that was my status … Continue reading →
Positive Anchoring, Honesty & Humor
Sometimes we have to come up with clever solutions to problems. Three of my most cherished and successful coping skills have been Positive Anchoring, honesty and humor. One of the situations that is particularly challenging is being nervous in social … Continue reading →
Vamoosing
Suspended my Netflix account. Still packing, desperately needing boxes. Downstairs, I pulled up everything in that storage room, which was the contents brought so far from storage when I actually thought I was going to be living here permanently, and … Continue reading →