The Ugly Friend
How one writer stopped thinking of herself as the ugly friend in the group. Read More »
My Picking Problem
How I gave myself a bald spot and other stories of life with dermatillomania. Read More »
Last week I found myself alone in my room on a Sunday afternoon trying to write a few pages of my book. Nothing was happening. I stared out the window, almost unable to move. It was the most beautiful day out, probably the last warm one of the year.
Shouldn’t I be outside?
I was interrupted by four consecutive text messages. I had accidentally double booked plans that evening. Another friend wanted to have coffee with me. I had six unreturned voice mails. I needed to return them. Then I needed to do my laundry and go grocery shopping. I didn’t have the energy to do any of it. I hid my phone under my pillow. I slammed my computer closed. And I cried. Keep reading »
