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Shopping: The most subversive therapy.

One of my many problems is that I never relax. Like, it makes me nervous, and I’m not very good at it. But Sunday mornings, for some reason, provide a solace that I’ve not found through any other means. You know what I’m talking about, ladies. I’m talking about Target. I roll up in the […]

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Bearing up

It goes without saying that things have been happening. Despite what one might wish, things are always happening. We are powerless to stop it. Some normal things happen, that much is for sure, and some wonderful things, but some things you wish you could pretend AREN’T happening also happen. It’s on again, this war in […]

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How having a cat changed my mind about everything.

It was senior year of college – Syracuse University studying at the Newhouse School of Public Communications. It was the first day of first semester, and my film business class was going around the room introducing themselves. Saying what they wanted to do with their lives. There were an unsurprising number of aspiring producers and […]

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And another thing, while I’m on a roll here,

http://www.scientificamerican.com/article.cfm?id=the-truth-about-borderline This article, found through a Twitter feed I follow at work, made me at least 6% less productive on Tuesday. I remained devoted to my job, turning my attention back to more relevant Tweets, but something about it stuck with me long after the day was done. Now, let’s be up front. I’ve never […]

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Needs a new coat. Preferably something in a nice shade of mustard.

So my winter jacket is too small for me, now. Read that: my WINTER JACKET. How is a winter jacket too small? And, moreover, how is a winter jacket too small FOR ME? I’ve always been tiny. Always been short, skinny, petite. During the high days of my eating disorder, one might have added frail, […]