I deleted an excellent article about nonverbal learning disorder (NLD) that somebody else put on my Facebook page. I did it for the following reasons: My personal Facebook page is my page—one thing in life I can control to an extent. I only put in articles about NLD that I or my friends wrote. Many […]
Let me never end up….
Posted on February 22, 2016 by pia
A post I wrote for Rena McDaniel’s wonderful caretaking series on being a social worker in a long term care facility or how I spent two years in grad school, countless post grad classes, passed the licensing exam to order underwear. That was a small part of the job but it’s the part I still […]
A Life Away From Facebook
Posted on February 13, 2016 by pia
I hate this post but since I already posted it will let stay up. Next week wait for “Fifteen ways for the introverted/extrovert with deep anxiety issues to duel the extrovert/introvert with depression triggered by the quarter moon.” Yesterday I found myself practically crying to my friend Bonnie, of the wonderful blog Frogma, about how I […]
Bus Ride There; Bus Ride Here!
Posted on February 7, 2016 by pia
Flying to Atlanta drives me crazy as the plane is usually very late or cancelled. And I have to fly to Atlanta if I want to go anywhere Delta flies such as New York which makes no sense. So when I went to Atlanta for a long weekend to see my best friend I took […]
The Bag Lady Scenario or Is Cat Food In My Future
Posted on January 24, 2016 by pia
Dear Me, Since January 3rd, 2016 when you woke up about 2AM and thought: “sheet (sadly I really do say things like that to myself) the stock market is going to begin to truly crash tomorrow,” you’ve been freaking. And have spent way too much time cursing yourself for not having a spouse——any gender——so you can […]
My Best Friend’s Birthday
Posted on January 2, 2016 by pia
Everybody wants instant wisdom. They want to read words that speak brilliant thoughts, and follow those thoughts to the yellow brick road of maturity and insight. Only life it is messy. Plans go awry. People leave. People hurt. People die. Life, real life, the one we live, makes you want to cry. And sometimes it […]
Waiting For My Tendons To Rupture
Posted on December 9, 2015 by pia
I will never give advice. Ever. To anyone. Anybody who spends time waiting for their tendons to rupture really isn’t in a position to give advice on anything. This all began about five weeks ago when I began coughing. I thought it was my normal end of October, beginning of November through spring cough. Brought […]
Fearing Fear
Posted on November 23, 2015 by pia
It’s not hard for me to understand fear. I fear: Seeing a doctor for the first time. Seeing a dentist for the first time. Dinner parties where people, I don’t know or don’t know well, sit at large rectangular tables. Events like Blogher. Anyplace I think I’m going to be judged, and judged harshly. Though […]
Some travel stories, 9/11, Paris and me
Posted on November 16, 2015 by pia
A plane was hijacked when I was 34, in 1985, . I happened to be in London. Later an Air India jet exploded in what was determined to be a terrorist attack. As I was going home the next day via Air India I was a bit nervous, and did the only sane thing a […]
Counting the ale bottles
Posted on October 22, 2015 by pia
In March, 1991, I was training to be an SSI Claims Rep in Jamaica, Queens. It was a strange reverse commute. I would walk down to the subway at Lexington and 60th from Fifth and 63rd counting the empty Olde English bottles along the way. A strange ritual I know, but while I had hung […]