My Retreat Resound

My Retreat Resound

I want to say something really brief. It’s really intimidating. I’m not married, I don’t have kids, I do have a job!—But all these ladies in our guild—128 of them in fact, they’re married, have kids, have jobs, are published, and doing all this stuff—as a Mom, and a...
Kitten-sized Worry or Lion-sized Drama?

Kitten-sized Worry or Lion-sized Drama?

Chores on our farm have been rarely routine since a batch of four male kittens was born in our barn a few months ago, delivered unceremoniously in the corner of one of the horse stalls by a first-time mother. There was a horse occupying the same stall and the new...
God of the Anxious

God of the Anxious

When I was 18 years old, I was diagnosed with social anxiety disorder. I could not make a phone call without sweating. I could not sign my name with someone watching. I could not speak to strangers without turning red. I could not go to school without a knot in my...
Taming Anxiety Over the Unknown

Taming Anxiety Over the Unknown

Knocking 22 years’ worth of dust off a resume stretches the definition of “creative writing” to its limit. After giving my time away for two decades, can I convince even myself that my skills are marketable? Am I still capable of holding my own in the workforce? The...
Be Anxious for Nothing: A Waiting Room Story

Be Anxious for Nothing: A Waiting Room Story

Anxiety likes to hang out in waiting rooms. If you’ve ever waited in a doctor’s office to hear the diagnosis, or in a surgical area to learn the results, or in a hospital room to get your pain meds, you know what I mean. Anxiety rumbles in the waiting room like...

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