Monthly Archives: January 2014

When Your Biggest Fear Is YOU, There’s No Escape

It’s considered 300.29 — Specific Phobia: Other Type — in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders. It seems a lot more real, doesn’t it, seeing it as a classification like that? What’s even more real, though, is living it. It didn’t go away, nowhere near it. But it…

Sleep Is Overrated

I haven’t played Candy Crush in 2014. (And it has nothing to do with the fact that the app hasn’t been updated in 2014. No really. Really. Well, mostly.) I’m nothing if not determined. It’s out of my life—I even moved it off of the front page of my iphone…

No Child For Sale. Today.

I have this sweater. It’s one of those sweaters that I paid entirely too much money for, but it’s the type of sweater I can basically just live wrapped inside of for an entire winter season so somehow the overpriced price tag seems less than lofty. Also, it came from…