My Life With Anxiety, Part 2

The laundry room is in the basement. For the last year, I have been terrified of going down there. It's not because of spiders, and I don't have an aversion to dirty socks. It's because I once had a panic attack while standing in front of the washing...

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I Wanna Grow Old With You

We got marrrrrrried! And in true narcissist form, I can't stop posting photos of it. Here are my favorites - now you can feel like you were there with us from rehearsal to hangover.  We recovered (though the next day it was truly questionable as to whether...

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I Suck at Being a Mom

I suck at being a mom. I put you to sleep on your stomach. I left you with a variety of babysitters, some with questionable morals. I forgot to pack your school lunch... on your birthday. Sometimes I fall asleep before I can say good night to you. Your...

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Here’s a little something about me…

I have expensive taste...

A family that supports me...

And questionable hairstyles.