Glass Half-Full

“Well, so how did you feel about that?” A friend asked me recently about my brother’s health and his choices along the winding road to recovery—as if I have any control or input. “Hmmmm,” I replied slowly. “That’s hard.” If there’s one thing I’ve learned recently, it’s that as the sibling of an addict, I […]

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Catch The Wind

From inside the car, safely enclosed in glass and metal, all was calm. All was peaceful, the sun sinking silently below the horizon. But outside, violent gusts of an onshore wind crumbled set after set of waves before me. Layer upon layer of sand was peeled back and a million tiny separate grains scurried over […]

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The Post-It Protest

“You are glorious.” A little orange Post-It note hung neatly near the top of the full-length mirror in the women’s bathroom. A few days later, “You are BEAUTIFUL!” appeared on a yellow note across from it, scrawled in different handwriting. For the moment the women in my office building stood in front of that mirror–presumably […]

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No Vacancy

Sometime in the midst of both the aching and the sulking, the tears and the epiphanies, I found The New York Times article with the provocative title and I asked myself, “Am I introverted, or just rude?”

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