Tag Archives: anxiety

She’s Becoming Who I Never Thought She’d Be

She’s Becoming Who I Never Thought She’d Be

Brave. Not a word I would have used to describe my oldest daughter only six months ago. With a mental disposition much like me, I feared she would follow in my anxiety-laced footsteps. Her fear made me fearful. My nerves made her nervous. We’re a sometimes-challenging duo, her and I. You see, I don’t wantRead More

Letting Out String

Letting Out String

Oh my goodness. The kite thing. Never did I think I would find someone else who shared this idiotic phobia with me. That someone else is my daughter. I watched her face as her new Hello Kitty kite began to take flight, lifted by a rare gentle Kansas breeze. As it began to ascend, herRead More

Oh, How I Wish to Be Ria

Oh, How I Wish to Be Ria

Scrolling through my Facebook feed this morning, I came across a video several friends had shared. They used words like “awesome, cute and joyful” to describe it, with no warning that it would make me cry fat, rolling-down-cheek tears. But how could they have known? Rarely do I know when something will stick me betweenRead More

Forgive me Father, for I’ve Quit Caffeine

Forgive me Father, for I’ve Quit Caffeine

God rest my father’s soul. He always told me he would disown me if I ever drank decaf coffee, had a fake Christmas tree, or drank Dr. Pepper. (He said it was for “liberal college weenies.”) He was totally kidding (except maybe not about the Christmas tree), but I have to admit I felt disloyalRead More

Panic! in the Bathroom

Panic! in the Bathroom

Oh. My. God. OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD! My hands were shaking and my heart bulging from every artery when I saw what was on the screen. A picture of me. Well, half of me. From the waist down. Pants around my ankles. Sitting on the toilet. On Instagram. Did it post? Did it post? I didn’t know. MyRead More