Are You Addicted to Drama, Drama, Drama?

There are certain days that are ingrained in your memory. This was one of those days. A day in which I had two flashes of realization.

Vividly I recall sitting on my bedroom floor, holding my face in my hands. Listening, waiting, almost longing for the relief when the inevitable bellow of rage exploded from my parents' bedroom. On the one hand, it would be horrible. On the other hand, the excruciating expectation of the inevitable horribleness was worse than actually hearing the tantrum, the furniture pounding, the swearing, shouting and door slamming.

I was sixteen years old. That was the day I realized two important things: 1) I have PTSD and 2) I'm addicted to drama, drama, drama.


Hello Stress, Goodbye Recovery

This article is brought to you by the letters "S," "C" and "R." It's coming to you late because along with Stress comes the inability to Concentrate. And when Stress rears its ugly head, Recovery packs up its old kit bag and smiles, smiles, smiles as it jumps a freight to all points West.


How the Mighty Have Fallen!

All my life, I've had one quest. A quest so deep that it was unspoken, almost unrealized.

I'm simply looking for that person who "has it all together." The person who knows how to "do" Life perfectly. The person who knows "how should we then live" and actually pulls it off.  The person with all their ducks in a row. A serene, cool, calm, collected, right person.


Beauty: It’s Vitally Important!

I often tell Michael, "Beauty is the twelfth commandment. Cleanliness is Commandment #11 because 'cleanliness is next to godliness,' and Beauty is Commandment #12." He usually rolls his eyes and changes the subject. While I admit that aesthetics probably matter too much to me, I think they're more important than our twenty-shades-of-beige-heroin-chic culture gives them credit for.


Narcissists’ Kids: A Mindset of Deprivation

Six minutes from my grandfather's final resting place at Fort Snelling Cemetery is the famous Mall of America. Standing proudly since 1992, it has weathered the trend of megamall closings that grieves my generation who came of age roaming the halls and concourses of megamalls.

I remember when MOA opened. All my classmates excitedly talked about enjoying the rides at Camp Snoopy. Always the Odd Woman Out, to this day I've never been there.