Fear
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I’ve never been a dancer.
At the age of six I dropped out of ballet lessons when the teacher unveiled our new, cringe inducing, tutu costumes. Quitting was an easy decision — I never could remember the positions, anyway.
I was 12 when I tried dance again, this time in…
This Is Us
I love my brother as my equal. The outside world forced me to confront his Blackness.
I don’t remember when my brother and sister became Black. I was 10 months old when my parents brought the six-year-old twins home. It wasn’t planned or sought out, but my parents were moved to meet them after seeing their photo in the local paper alongside an article about the…
Ever since the accident, I mourn life before fear
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I sat motionless, staring out the window of our condo, waiting for the car to pull up. “Any minute, any minute,” I thought, my phone in hand, my finger hovering above the redial button. …
OCD isn’t a preference for organization, it’s a campaign of fear your brain wages on your life
I cannot get up. I don’t want to get up. I am safe in bed. I’m not safe when I’m not in bed.
But I have to get up.
So I sit up gingerly, carefully, cautiously. I push my duvet back and slide to the edge of the bed. I…
Four fears that compel us to have kids — and why I’ve chosen a different path
I am 41 years old, and I’ve been happily married for nine years. Neither my husband nor I want to have children. In recent years, I’ve met quite a few couples like us, who, though biologically and financially able, have made the decision not to breed. As the childless by…
adj. [ey-vee-uh-foh-bik] relating to an unusual fear of flying
As the appearance of some barnacle-covered debris on a beach in the western Indian Ocean reignites speculation over the ill-fated MH370, a travel writer wonders how anyone manages to be anything other than utterly terrified of flying.
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The first thing I do in the morning is wonder how I will fail today. There are so many ways to fail, but the one that I usually pick, after filing through my mental rolodex, is that I won’t get enough done. “Enough” is a recurring theme in…
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