From the category archives:
Clearly, I have herpes. Or maybe not, but there’s something new on my upper lip that wasn’t there yesterday. Or at least I didn’t notice it until today. Either way, it’s a problem. It’s both a problem that I have something on my lip and that I may not have noticed it until now. I [...]
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Dear Sweet Sweet Baby Jeebus and Mother Oprah, I thank you for workplace policies you’ve put into place at Patrick’s place of work where he is able to leave his cubicle early and care for me and our children. And thank you for the children who tell me, “Feel better, Mama,” as they leave for [...]
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There’s hardly I time when I think to myself, “Pangie, you know what’s better than a sore throat, crusty eyeballs, and ears that are stuffed with mucous? Pretty much nothing!” A normal person would look upon an eminent sickness creeping its way into their Body Temple as a time to reassess their health habits, rest, and put [...]
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are words you kind of don’t want to hear from your shrink. I’m sitting in my psychiatrist’s office yesterday, telling her and her intern why I’m there in a voice that doesn’t seem like my own. But, I know it’s mine because I start crying when I’m talking, and only I would cry when talking to my [...]
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This is the hardest post* I’ve ever, and will ever, have to write. It’s difficult for me to think about writing this because the image and the words will be with me for the duration of my writing and live here on the blog for the history of forever. It’s the one thing that can [...]
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