That Time I Couldn’t Rest
My clinical diagnosis was Post-Partum Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, (PPOCD) but it was truly Post-Partum Obsessively Checking Delaney. (PPOCD) Continue reading That Time I Couldn’t Rest
My clinical diagnosis was Post-Partum Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, (PPOCD) but it was truly Post-Partum Obsessively Checking Delaney. (PPOCD) Continue reading That Time I Couldn’t Rest
Thanksgiving was my mother’s favorite holiday. She didn’t care so much if you were at the house for Christmas, Easter, Passover or Memorial Day, but you would be there on the fourth Thursday of November and you didn’t leave. You didn’t do dinner there and dessert elsewhere. You didn’t try to switch days to accommodate … Continue reading That time…I gave thanks.
One of my favorite parts of reading any book, is always trying to guess what will happen next. Will the two best friends realize they are soulmates? Will they find out who the murderer is? Will she confess her secret to her husband? I can’t help but assume I know the answer with the turn … Continue reading That time I saw swirls…