I feel like there should be something witty or comforting to say right now, but the world around us is falling to pieces, people can’t work, can’t make money and the bills still come. All around me people who work in stores and salons and theaters are filing unemployment claims to try to scrape by
By the time you are reading this, I will probably be somewhere on the road between Paris and Milan with my good friend and some good music at the start of our epic Italy road trip. I figured since my normal Wednesday post would be pre-empted by a travel day, I’d pre-write it! I’m such
Happy Friday, Readers! It’s a wet, wet day here in San Francisco, but I’m safely in the office and the coffee is hot! I thought I’d take a minute today and talk about one of the “issues” I battle everyday. See, I’m an agoraphobic. Taken literally, the translation from the greek means “fear of the
I have a form of agoraphobia. I’ve stopped saying “mild agoraphobia” because then it gets dismissed as not a problem and then people don’t understand why I have days like today. Today, I woke up feeling anxious. My heart was beating fast, and when I thought about leaving the house, the beat picked up momentum.