BIKE CRASH STORY
Today, as I was unlocking my bike in front of Trader Joe’s, I heard the sound of car meets guy on bike, and I looked up to see this guy sliding off the hood of the car that hit him. To my relief, he picked up his bike and hobbled …
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Susan Fishman Orlins
STAR LIGHT STAR BRIGHT
This may sound cockeyed but–without a religious streak strong enough to be sure prayers get answered–I feel doomed to a lifetime of worry. Yet I spring to action each evening when the stars show up. I realize, of course, that if I tell you my nightly wish on a star, …
TIP DAY
A less worried blogger would not hesitate to announce something like, “Wednesdays will be TIP DAY!” Then every Wednesday, followers could count on getting a tip that offers a way to deal with worry. But imagine what it would do to a worrywart like me if on a Wednesday I couldn’t post …
WAVING GOOD-BYE TO HANDSHAKES
I can’t stop thinking about President Obama’s shared chest bump last year with a Naval Academy graduate. That was when I added chest bump to my list of handshake alternatives. In fact, I’ve been on the lookout for germ-free ways to greet people ever since the outbreak of Legionnaire’s Disease …
THE TO DO LIST
I wrote “worry” on my to-do list to remind myself to buy the book with that title. When my oldest daughter caught sight of my list, she thought that my chores for the day were to call the dentist, roast a chicken and worry. She knows me well. What …
Sticky: TO BLOG OR NOT TO BLOG
Sometimes I play a game in which I name an object and then try to associate a worry with it, just to see if I can stump myself. “Venetian blinds,” I say. “Peeping Tom!” I answer without having inhaled. “Tomatoes,” I try. “Salmonella poisoning!” Another way to play is to …