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I have been as chill as this dog! On the last day at the plastic surgeon, they have you put on a pink graduation cap and gown.  They tak...

I was walking down the hallway after work, paying not a bit of attention to my surroundings.  I had my keys in my hand, and was searching th...

My son came home from school with news.  It seems that he was the top of his class in Geography.  We didn't know that Fourth Grade had G...

"MOM!!!!" "What?" I walked to the back door, hoping that whatever Zane was excited about was not squishy o...

I started off 2017 being selected for jury duty.  Not the normal, local, jury duty, where you spend a day downtown reading or playing on you...

I woke up the other day sweating, hyperventilating, my heart racing and my brain on high alert. Something is wrong, my mind yelled, and of c...

I am an anxious kind of person.  Over the course of an average day, I worry over hundreds of ultimately meaningless things.  Is my shirt on ...

It was Friday, and we were at the soccer field.  It was game time for Zane's team, who were running their hearts out.  My mother and fat...

Tuesday started off as another routine chemo day.  I would be getting a new chemo drug, and I would have 12 weeks of this before I would be ...

It is a stone cold fact that I am an anxious person.  If there is something out there to worry about, I'm losing sleep over it.  Anxieti...

I was diagnosed with breast cancer on September 10.  Since then, not a damn thing has happened.  On the face of it, it might seem as thoug...

Eight legs, Those sharp, itching pinpricks scurry over my skin so furtive, secretive yet predatory. The comment seems benign, virtuous, but ...

I had a scary moment earlier in the year over a suspicious mammogram .   The radiology clinic would now like a recheck, and not because my ...

My mother is a clean freak. Her version of clean is everything put away, surfaces spotless, floor vacuumed and mopped. Think of a house that...

I've been having panic attacks the past few days.  They happen without warning, of course, otherwise what would be the point?   I'...

I don't usually discuss work here.  Most days it is just plain monotonous and uninteresting, moving one pile of paper to the other. And ...

I know some people who always have someplace to be.  Their days are a constant movement from one activity to another, from the early morning...

An insidious summertime commercial has appeared, among all the horrible ones designed to make kids want stuff they don't need, like a st...

The other day I was talking to Zane about leaving all of his small toys all over the floor and how he needed to pick them up and put them aw...