Is it the whimsical melody? Those lyrics? (If you don’t want me, baby, I'll find another, another love) Is it the fact that this song, beloved since I discovered Alice Smith a year or so ago, now takes on a personal poignancy that I'd rather not elaborate on at this moment? Sigh. But I will elaborate …
Blogtober (Redux and Late) #31: Regrets or Nah?
Never mind that it's November 1. I meant to post my final entry for Blogtober yesterday, but life. Let's pretend it's yesterday. Thank you for supporting this year's bloggery effort despite the 16-day wifi-related snafu that occurred in the middle. Thank you for everyone that liked a post, followed my little blog this month, left …
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Straighten Up and Fly Right.
Let's talk about posture, shall we? When your Square Peg was a precocious tween, I used to walk around the house with a book on my head like the photo to your left. But it had nothing to do with posture. It was just the excitement of getting from one side of the room to …
San Diego.
In 2001, I had a nervous breakdown. No need to sugarcoat it. I lost it. I was 22 years old, a receiver of news that changed my entire life--I couldn't breathe. I was wild-eyed and crazed. All that said, while sitting placidly at work one day, I went on a travel site and booked a …
speaks for itself.
The Influenza Monster.
First, hi. Second, yep, it's been several weeks. Third, yep, we're in an entirely different year than we were in my last post. Hope you're loving 2015 so far. Me? I'm trying to make it through the day without passing out within inches of my co-workers. During the past week, I was felled by a vicious …
The Value of Tough, Ouch-y Love.
I wrote the following essay last year and submitted it to HelloGiggles. Wasn't published, but such is life. I'm proud of it all the same. Check it out below. Feel free to let me know what you think. The Value of Tough, Ouch-y Love Deep down, I knew it was coming. As I informed the …
Conversations with my Girdle.
From my early twenties till the end of that interesting decade, I wore a girdle almost every day. The main reason why: I didn't (and don't) have a flat stomach. That said, IÂ felt an almost compulsive need to contain it, smooth it out, hide it, etc. I was ashamed of my fleshy, weird -looking stomach …
An October Complaint. (Blogtober #21)
You've been warned. I should tell you that I was going to talk about positive things today: the lovely cool weather I met this morning, the fall leaves changing, all that. Instead, I'd like to discuss why women are rude to other women. We need to figure out why, lest I'm arrested for placing my hands around …
Walden.
 Everything about Henry David Thoreau has fascinated me since I was 14 years old. Everything.
This Square Peg. 