need for control

When a Break Isn’t a Break

Here it comes...The lump in my throat…the rising feeling of panic. My eyes dart around the room as they land upon each new mess...the growing frustration at what my day has become... This 4th day of our ‘Holiday Break’... [read more]

The Dust Made Me Do It

There is something about certain kinds of dirt that can send me into an obsessive fixation. It’s not so much the smudges, marks, or stuck on kind. I mean, yeah, that kind bothers me too, but I can let it go. I’m talking about the kind you can sweep up into a pile. It mocks me as I lie on my exercise mat while doing my Pilates DVD. I [read more]