It’s been a couple months since my last post here on my new status as a “widow.” The horrid “W” word that no one in love or marriage actually wants to think about.
I never thought I would make it to the Abundia retreat last weekend.
Q. I caught my husband frequenting an online stripper website. I’m not as upset about this as society tells me I should be, so I feel like I should be more upset. What should I do?
While it may sound like a plot of the week for some sci-fi or supernatural tv show, the concept of the emotional contagion is a legitimate psychological finding. It affects you in almost every aspect of your life: work, home, family, fun times. And you infect others with your own emotional contagions without even realizing […]
There are terrible things about babies, and there are awesome things about babies. What’s exceptionally awesome? Their inability to fake an emotion. Babies are the most brutally honest people you’ll meet.
I had the world’s worst sandwich the other day. It was my fault — I went to this one shop that was right on my way to a meeting, instead of going a few minutes out of my way and getting something decent. The moment the pilly-bread touched my tongue, I knew I had made […]
So, I don’t know about you, but I was raised to be nice. Which is fine, most of the time; but somewhere along the way I got it into my noggin than being nice meant never asking other people for what I need from them.
I’m kind of sick of the phrase “emotional eating” getting bandied about like it’s the worst sin you could possibly commit against your health.
For the majority of my twenty-nine years, I have considered myself to be an extremely sensitive person. I wear my heart on my sleeve in full view, and it doesn’t take much to hurt my feelings or bruise my ego. I take things very personally, and I feel emotions very strongly.