I had a moment last week when I felt invisible. It took me back to when I was younger, and I wondered why I didn't have many friends. I always thought something was wrong with me. I occasionally still go through the motions of feeling sorry for myself, asking myself what it is about me… Continue reading Regret, not.
The title of this blog post refers to something I often tell my daughter when she gets bothered by negativity aimed at her. Her little brother likes to say and do things to get a rise from her and she always give in and thus continues the cycle of annoyance. I love to write. I've… Continue reading Worry about Yourself