I don't think I know who I married, even though we celebrated our fourth anniversary in August. We've been through some really dark times (PTSD) and some really great times (our son). But yesterday I spent three hours on the... Continue Reading →
I didn't wear my rings to dinner. I forgot to put them back on. I admitted that it was my fault-not my husband's-that I didn't shower soon enough. So I turned off the water and put on perfume and rushed... Continue Reading →
Of course it happens this way. I've been wondering for years what it would be like to run into my ex. The one I dated on and off in college. The first solid Christian guy I ever liked. The only... Continue Reading →
Two women friends of mine have recently (and separately) encouraged me to get out and to "have fun." To be fair, the second came when I was sharing about the first's suggestion. "Well, yeah. You should get out and have... Continue Reading →
From the archives of my draft folder. A story of waiting to find out why I thought I was dying of pain. Turns out, my trauma invades my days and I'm not going to die of butt cancer anytime soon.... Continue Reading →
To: Family and friends who act like family. From: Ted Sangalis, but written by the heavily drugged new mom. Subject Line: We'd like to introduce you to... Body: Our son, Augustine Thomas Sangalis. Mom and baby are doing well. Caitie... Continue Reading →
It's a hotdog in bed kind of a day. Yesterday was a phone call session with my therapist, because the baby was finally sleeping and the rain was too much for the pair of us to go out in. She... Continue Reading →
This morning was beyond words. Gus, my 18 month old monkey--I mean son, played like an all star for two hours in a midtown Manhattan conference room while I had a meeting. I should have known that nothing is free.... Continue Reading →