The Person You Are and the One You’re Not

I traveled to Europe a few years ago and discovered, somewhat to my shock, that the confident, independent person I thought I was completely evaporated when put under any personality stress whatsoever. First, I guess I’d better explain what I mean by “personality stress.”  It’s that moment where you’re called to live up to the […]

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Taking on the Scary Recipes

I’m an avid cook.  So many people say, “I don’t like to cook,” or “I can’t cook,” and a lot of bloggers and comedians have used this as a point of connection with their readers, but…I’m kinda a freak, I guess.  I like to cook, I like salad and I like working out.  I recognize […]

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The Persistence of Silly Thoughts

It’s funny what the mind latches on to when you’re experiencing a crisis.  Whether you’re watching it unfold  thousands of miles away or its right in your face, sometimes you’re mind grabs and holds the oddest details. I’m not the only person to have noticed this.  Agatha Christie, the renowned Queen of Crime, used it as […]

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Stress Salad – Part II

Of course, the DJ thing isn’t enough – it just was enough for one blog post.  There has to be more the the universe decided I could juggle, right? I hurt my hand whitewater rafting on July 13th.  What I’ve done remains unclear, even after x-rays.  I have not injured the bones in my hand, at least. […]

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Stress Salad – Part 1

I have trouble knowing what I should be stressed about.  There’s always the question when you have major depressive disorder if it’s the depression talking or real, honest-to-goodness stress. For instance, I started a DJ shift at work this week.  It’s sort of a trial run.  The station program director was listening and critiquing my […]

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Asking Mother Nature for a Face Punch

…Also known as whitewater rafting, which I did last Thursday.  It was my brother’s idea.  He decided the best way for us to get to know his girlfriend was to spend 8 hours in rubber raft together, all seriously assessing our level of sanity. It turned out to be a lot more effective, and fun, […]

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Being “Fun Size”

I’ve never really thought of myself as short until last month.  Oh, I knew I was shorter than most of my friends and family, but I just assumed they were tall.  Even when one of my past boyfriends called me a pixie, I just assumed it was because he was bigger than me. I mean, […]

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