My Life With(out) Anxiety, Part 3

I hadn’t eaten for a week. I know, it sounds impossible. Let me be more specific: for one week, I ate nothing but grapes. Food was unimportant to me. My stomach was too busy worrying that I might die, that my family might die, that my heart would beat so fast that I...

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.  Tony, in his natural state. And clearly I am a lucky girl. I am always...

My Life with Anxiety

I couldn’t get out of the car. I needed a loaf of bread, so that my son’s routine of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch would not be interrupted. I had made it to the store, a miracle in itself, but could not get out of the car. My son stared at...

No Kids, No Shoes, No Service

I am obsessed with Beachfront Bargain Hunt.  It is a show on HGTV, where idiots show up on St. Thomas and tell a realtor “We are ready to buy our beachfront dream house!  Our budget is $250,000!”  And the realtor proceeds to show them a broom closet 10...