You Feel Me?

You Feel Me?

Recently, someone I know — a fellow screenwriter — more of an acquaintance, than a friend, told me that he believed I was an empath. At first, this threw me. I instantly envisioned myself seated at a round table, leading a séance, even though I know that a “medium” is...
Good Morning, Scar.

Good Morning, Scar.

I don’t normally check out my naked body in the mirror. Never have, really. Oddly, that had nothing to do with my not liking my body. I just never wanted to look too closely. These days, I’m peeking more, and longer, because I don’t want to forget what that jagged,...
OCD Is No Fun. And It’s Not Funny.

OCD Is No Fun. And It’s Not Funny.

Melvin Udall in As Good as It Gets. Adrian Monk in Monk. Dr. Hannibal Lecter in the Red Dragon series. The list of TV and film characters rendered particularly memorable by their peculiar quirks, mannerisms and tics, is long. In reality, the number of people suffering...
Love It’s In The Details.

Love It’s In The Details.

My father died four years ago of Stage IV Lung Cancer. As did my mother. I could say they “passed away,” I suppose. A softer, more palatable alternative. But, that’s not really what happens, is it? If only. Four years. It seems like a long time…but not really. Not...
The Myth Of The “Work Friend.”

The Myth Of The “Work Friend.”

Fourteen years ago, when I began working at a privately-owned marketing agency that, as my husband pointed out, looked like a “sperm bank” from the outside, my immediate goal was to find another gig and get the hell out of Dodge. For the first time in years, I would...

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