It’s no surprise that I’m an anxious adult because anyone who knows me well knows that I started out as an anxious kid. Not the kind of anxiety that stopped me from doing things or participating in life. Not debilitating anxiety. Just the kind of anxiety that led to tears and reservation, hand wringing and… Continue reading The After-Middle.
Tag: depression
This Sea Has The Worst Fish.
I made the horrendous mistake of getting back on a dating site for a half a minute. I know, I know: your sister/best friend/uncle/neighbor/co-worker met the love of their lives on a dating site. I don’t doubt it. In fact, I know people who have done just that. I’m not a doubter except that, well,… Continue reading This Sea Has The Worst Fish.
