Confessions of a Hoarder

  This morning my roommate came home with a small assortment of groceries. He packed them into his part of the fridge and took a few items up to his room. He does this all the time, just picks up a couple of things to get him through the next several days, then he eats…

It Gets Easier When You Get Older

Nearing another birthday has caused me to wax reflective, but probably not in the way you’d think. If anything, turning the corner into my thirties has made me chill out. It’s as if I’ve finally accumulated enough hindsight to realize that most things aren’t a big deal and that attachment and anger both look pretty…

Give Your Body a Break

Once a month I convince myself I have breast cancer.  The ladies start feeling sore on the sides, where the lymph nodes are.  And lymph cancer is no joke.  I think, I’m over 40.  I’ve spent the greater part of my adulthood cultivating bad habits.  I’m riddled with stress.  This is it.  Then I get…