The strange tyranny of helping yourself

Self care. Unaware of this phrase before this year, now I can’t escape it. Women at work talk about it, friends online talk about it, my therapist says it’s a great idea. It seems equally parts essential, yet doled out only to those who can afford it. This...

It’s Monday again.

It’s Monday again. One would think I’d be used to that by now. But every Monday rushes through me like a new terror of boredom, regrets and missed opportunity. Today it was also grey – the double sucker punch of a Midwestern winter spring, when the...