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October 13, 2017

“Ello love, will ya be having the usual this morning?” Bev asks in her gorgeous English lilt.  

“It’s freezing, the thermometer on my car says 57 degrees! The same but make it hot,” I answer. “How are your girls?”

“Tis going to be a rough road for Maggie, I’m afraid. She...

October 2nd, 2017. I wake with a start and grab my phone. 4 a.m. I glance at the email icon, hoping there aren’t too many more than had been there when I retired last night. I punch at the screen. Nothing. I stick my hands under my armpits, Mary Katherine Gallagher sty...

April 29, 2017

Thursday April 13, 2017 at 7:36AM.

My sister Chelle died last night. We had a complicated relationship, as some sisters do. Basically, I was a moron and that is where the complications stem from. I don’t mean it was entirely my fault; it does take two to tango, right? B...

March 18, 2017

Sunday, June 4, 1995 at 6:00PM.

I have a habit of getting married on a weekend at six. I did it the second go around, too.

Time hadn’t changed the fact I didn’t like being the center of attention. Some of my discomfort that night stemmed from my hair. It had been profess...

March 2, 2017

Saturday October 10, 1987 at 6:00 PM.

I remember primarily two things about my first time in the hospital. First and foremost, I recall the insistent, albeit well-meaning nurse who was trying to shove a dead baby into my arms. She smiled forcefully while attempting to p...

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How I Became Fearless

In June of 2013 my mounting anxieties, coupled with the onset of severe panic attacks, got to the point where I became uncomfortable leaving my house. Since then I have been on a journey to unravel the mystery of agoraphobia, and me. In many ways, I am now more content than ever. Certainly that was not true a few years ago; I was mortified and embarrassed by what was happening to me.

 

Not to be all preachy, but let me put it this way – we all have our stuff - some worse than others. I could feel sorry for myself, and make excuses for why things are not the way I want them to be; I could be miserable. Those are options. I decided that was not how I was going to handle agoraphobia. It isn’t necessarily easy being agoraphobic, but it isn’t that bad, either. As Randy Pausch said in his Last Lecture, do you want to be a Tigger or an Eeyore? Your choice.

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