Category: Memoir

Memoir—what is it? The way I define memoir, at least as it relates to this blog, is like so. Fragments of memory reconstructed with tape, glue, and spit. Maybe some blood too. And tears. Don’t forget the tears. Or sweat. Can’t forget the sweat. Memoir is one part reflection, one part awareness. It’s heavy and dark and light.

Hello, Anxiety. I Know You Are There

Anxiety. Abstract expressionism. Photo: Chris Murtagh. “couple3.” Licensed under CC BY 2.0

In response to Phenix Being Named to the 10 Small Towns In Virginia Where You’d Never Want To Live

Photo: Alan Levine. “Phenix, Virginia” Licensed under CC BY 2.0

One bacon, egg, and cheese bagel later

Letter to my Grandmother

Overcoming Anxiety: What is Anxiety?

There is not a saber tooth tiger actually lurking in your office

3 Reasons We Were Meant to be Together

reasons we were meant to be together

Overcoming Anxiety: Meet the Author

anxiety photo memoir

We None Truly Ever Die

childhood friends

Overcoming Anxiety: An Introduction

winding running trail

How to Make a Grown Man Cry

While On a Run, I Met a Man Who Had Lost 80 Percent of His Hip to Lymphoma. He Talked, I Listened

Popcorn cell in nodular lymphocyte predominant Hodgkin lymphoma

Lord, Help Me Be the Person My Dog Thinks I Am

English springer spaniel beside tree

Two Simple Words

Photo: Daniel Novotny. “Tilley for JKPP.” Licensed under CC BY-NC 2.0

Hi, My Name is Jeff, and I Suffer from Anxiety

Do I Pack for My Dad’s Funeral?

Pupping looking in the mirror

Let It Wayne

Photo: Jerome Carpenter. "Wayne gets his props." Licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 2.0.

Text Messages with Friends: The Longtime Friend

Are you comfortable driving a tractor?

Reginald Edwin Pillow on his tractor in Old Well, Virginia

May 21 Is My Dog’s Birthday, Not the Day My Dad Died

A brief history of Anti-Lou

I’ve been thinking about my own mortality a lot lately

Photo: Dmitry Terekhov. "Yakovlev Yak-42 airplane." Licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0

A little piece of Shauna’s heart

Photo: epSos .de. “Suicide.” Licensed under CC BY 2.0

When geese attack; or, how I almost got my ass kicked by a Canadian goose

A Canadian goose can give even Chuck Norris a run for his money in terms of sheer terror and striking fear into the hearts of passersby

I Love You So Much, I’m Eating Sardines

My dad ate sardines like they were going out of style. Can I eat at least one?