SAUSALITO, CA (ASRN.ORG) -- Dear Cary, I've been friends with "Christy" for almost three years, and we have a lot in common. We have similar senses of humor and always have a lot to talk about. Very occasionally, we will have tense moments when politics come up (we are at opposite ends of the spectrum and generally we avoid the subject), but for the most part our friendship has been a real blessing for us both. We met when we were both recovering from devastating breakups and we helped each other out a lot. Now we both have boyfriends and are happy in our relationships, but our friendship has recently taken a beating.
SAUSALITO, CA (ASRN.ORG) -- Last week, the website for Vida, an organization for "women in literary arts," published the results of a survey of 14 literary publications, American and British, ranging from the venerable New York Review of Books to such relative newcomers as Tin House magazine. They counted up the percentage of female contributors, female book reviewers and, finally, reviews of books by women. The results were dispiriting.
SAUSALITO, CA (ASRN.ORG) -- There are two kinds of parents in the world. There are those who strive to re-create for their children the blissful upbringings that they themselves once knew. And then there are the rest of us. But somewhere in the quest to make childhood a safer, happier, more secure place, parenting -- and specifically, motherhood -- became a highly competitive field. And as two recent, much forwarded features reveal, that zeal is not just driving parents crazy, it might not even be so great for the kids.
SAUSALITO, CA (ASRN.ORG) -- I recently told someone that I've weighed anywhere from 114 to 170 pounds in my adult life, but one thing was constant: I always felt like I had a few pounds to lose.
For the past ten years I've weighed enough to put me in the BMI category titled "Overweight". This jives with the story in my head, a perfect description of me for as long as I can remember.
SAUSALITO, CA (ASRN.ORG) – I am 39 years old.
It never occurred that there was anything out of the ordinary about me, until someone suggested my seventeen year old daughter may have ADHD. My beautiful, creative, smart daughter. The one who has struggled with grades for years, but has the most brilliant mind of anyone I've ever met, who has already given up on college and her desire to become a psychologist because she knows she can't even handle high school.
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