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Walking Alongside Anxiety—A Poem

Choking your joy, held in its grip, Stealing your peace, it won’t let you slip. Anxiety attacks.   I see you crumble, lose your sleep, Yet, you don’t give up—even if you weep. Anxiety hovers.   “It will be okay,” I want to say— I don’t know how, God, please show us the way. Anxiety persists.   The breakthrough awaits, heaven seems silent… Yet, under the weight of ...

Marriage Ain’t About You

A couple of days ago, my husband and I celebrated our 19th anniversary in a rather “special” way. I use inverted commas around the word ‘special’ to convey semi-sarcasm. We’ve always done something special (no inverted commas) for our anniversary. Even when the kids were screeching, red-faced hatchlings, thanks to indulgent grandparents offering to babysit, we ...

Where Are You Looking?

Have you heard of a syndrome called Text Neck? It’s a real thing. If we’re being honest, though, it’s not exactly a surprising thing. Chances are, you’ve already guessed what “Text Neck” syndrome is. Here’s how one website breaks it down: “Text neck (or tech neck) is a syndrome that happens after a repeated amount of ...

A Cancelled Vacation Showed Me What Love is Not

As we compared our kids’ school calendar with my husband’s work schedule, one thing became painfully evident: we wouldn’t be able to take a family vacation for the next few months. I could feel irritation (bordering on anger) rise inside me. “Are you absolutely sure you can’t take a break?” I asked my husband, my voice whiny ...

No Checking Necessary

I’m part of the 'check-before-you-call-someone' generation. We're the species that prefers text messages to phone calls. We opt to leave voice mails that don’t intrude on others’ time rather than “bother” them with a conversation in real-time. When we have no choice but to use our phones to make an actual phone call, we are hesitant ...

You Have Permission For This

There’s a distinct point of time when I snap. I don’t mean that I snap my fingers to a happy chorus. Nope. I mean I snap like a dry twig. You can almost hear the cartoon-like crraaack. My patience runs out. My face contorts. My tone hovers somewhere between irritable and infuriated. My words range from snarky to ...

Start With One Small Step

As I look out the window of the living room of my 9th-floor apartment, my heart skips a beat. A little girl, about three or four years old, stands on the 6th floor of a building under construction next door to us. Her mom bends over the cement blocks a couple of feet away from ...
MEET SUSAN

I love words. But you probably figured that out by now, considering this website essentially collates my words on the web. Read More…