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A few weeks ago I did a virtual visit with a new PCP so that I could get a refill on my Zoloft. I've been taking the same dose for years and they need to check in now and then. Since we moved a year ago, I had randomly selected a primary doctor, met her once, and then she left the practice, so this was a new person. I was feeling let down at that moment- by the world, by myself, and had little faith that a new stranger would be able to offer me any help or relief. I fully e

A while back, I did a "40-Over-40" boudoir photo shoot. I didn't get very neked for it, because I'm a raging prude, but I did feel beautiful and powerful and get some hella cool portraits. The creator and photographer, Elisa Cicinelli out of San Francisco, is putting together a little magazine featuring each of us "models." In addition to our faces and butts, she wants to reveal some of our personality, so she asked us to complete the Proust Questionnaire...this was originall

Read Part 1 of "A Cozy Murder in a Cozy English Village" before starting Part 2! If you haven't yet subscribed to my page, please do! Part 3 will be availabe to subscribers soon! “HELL, YES I WANT TO MEET A HOMICIDAL GRANNY IN A CASTLE! And you can give me your cinnamon roll recipe on the way!” is what Allison thought. What she said was, “Sure. Happy to help.” After running Sir Benjamin home and texting Joan a quick update on her whereabouts, Allison tossed her winter coat in

Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but…that's why we're here. First of all, I’ve been searching for a new therapist in fits and starts since I moved across the country a year ago. I have insurance, which sometimes feels like a golden ticket into the healthcare chocolate factory, but in the case of mental health, mostly it’s been just me relying on actual chocolate to get by. It seems therapists near me hate my insurance. So that’s fun. Also, all the other MORE sick and s

(This is part ONE of a serial short story I will be dropping in installments. If you haven't already, subscribe and you'll get alerts in your inbox when they're up. Brew yourself a cuppa and enjoy, "A Cozy Murder in a Cozy English Village (It's Cozy)." Everything was always wet here. It had been since Allison and her wife, Joan, moved to this tiny English town six months ago for a Joan’s job with the government. They had been to England before they moved, obviously, but it w

Last night we had no clean, dry bath towels, so I gave my kids beach towels to use after their showers. I had a twinge of, “Oh, my God, when will I ever be a full grown-up, what is wrong with us?” and then I thought…why am I stressing? First of all, the kids don’t give a shit, and it’s only us in the house, so any audience I’m trying to impress is strictly imagined. Plus, they’re towels. They serve the function I needed served. No one had to get dry by shaking off like a bear