“To save my life” is a common expression {where I come from}, used to communicate a certain futility about a matter, stemming from a sense of fear or ineptness… as…
OK, so it’s a “bloated genre.” What’s-his-name said so, and he should know. He’s a critic for the NY Times, for cryin’ out loud. {His name’ll come to me in…
I love memoir...that great literary art of laying bare the story of a life that matters. Not the full story, mind you. That would be an autobiography. Memoir tells only…
You can thank Brene Brown for saving you from a “more-than-you-really-wanted-to-read” treatise on the tragic flaw in classical Greek tragedy. It was going to be really good, {I promise!}, but…
We so want to skip the hard stuff, don’t we? It’s one of the reasons we turn to food…drink…and other pitiful counterfeits in our efforts to turn off what we don’t want to…
I’m revisiting emotional eating this week because of a statement I ran across that’s worth exploring further. Amanda Trusty shares an interesting take on the topic from her experience: “Eating…would…
You know the feeling. You’re on Facebook, taking a little stroll, minding your own business {well, not exactly}. You pop by to see a friend, wondering what she’s been up…
As promised, I bring you a few more words from the incomparable Anne Lamott. This woman has lived hard, hurt much, and endeared many with the humor of her…