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From the monthly archives:
Last week, I officially became one of those people who starts sentences with “well, my therapist says…” Which is as disturbing as it is hilarious. In my most recent session, I’m pretty sure I had what the movies glamorize as “a breakthrough.” You know, when you’re sitting in therapy and something profound gets said that [...]
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When I first got the email, I laughed. “BOCA wants to invite me to a night of balanced living? Clearly they like their veggie burgers with a side of fiery crazy.” Because really, I’m as unbalanced as it gets. Hello? MORE IS BETTER? Not exactly the zen master philosophy. I read on: “join other LA [...]
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More ______ is better.
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In the shower this morning, I put my hand on my stomach and thought, “well, maybe I’m pregnant.” To which the voice in my head replied, “um, you know you’re not ready to admit you’ve gained weight when you momentarily think unplanned pregnancy would be a better scenario.” Yeah, about that. The getting out of [...]
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This weekend’s spontaneous trip to San Francisco meant a lot of firsts for me. It was the first time I: bought a ticket only a week in advance, traveled somewhere with absolutely no plan/itinerary, tasted caviar, stayed in a hostel, explored a new city entirely by myself, and it was all incredibly fantastic. Well, minus [...]
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