Within seconds, I was crying and grasping for breath on the floor. It had probably already spread to my heart and lungs by now. I had hours to live.
Even if you've never worked out before, you would be amazed at how quickly your body can adapt and grow stronger when you get moving. If there's one thing I've learned through this process, it's that you should never underestimate your own strength.
Sure, we need to pay the bills. We all have responsibilities. But taking the time to ask yourself what makes you happy and what doesn't every so often surely isn't a bad thing. Life is too short to spend it in a job, or a relationship, or a situation that makes you miserable.
Friday night, PGA Tour rookie Charlie Beljan was wondering if he'd live another day. On Sunday afternoon, he was standing in the winner's circle of the Children's Miracle Network Hospitals Classic just outside Orlando, Fla.
As I was putting my last article together, I became really curious about why it seemed that almost all of the people who came forward and offered to share their personal experiences with me regarding anxiety were women.
In the timeless words of Dorothy, "There's no place like home." For me, no truer words were ever spoken.
We are raising a cohort of teens whose cell phones have replaced their favorite blankets or stuffed animals.
I do my best to keep things in perspective, acknowledging that Harriet is not in pain, that we are not talking about a major illness here -- no heart problems, no cancer, so much to be grateful for at 95. But even this -- a simple cataract operation -- is unbelievably stressful and complicated.
Agorafabulous! manages the rather sneaky feat of making what Sara Benincasa astutely calls "the wrong kind of different" seem not so wrong at all.
In case you are not familiar with Sara Benincasa, she is an award-winning comedian, writer, blogger, and all around hilarious person. I spoke with her last week about her first book, Agorafabulous!
I was 12 years old, and there was no way one could "get out of" the eighth grade at the Francis W. Parker School of Chicago without memorizing and reciting the poem. Samuel Taylor Coleridge's "Kubla Khan: or, A Vision in a Dream: A Fragment," to be precise.
Should he really push a pair of hot but definitely just-this-side-of-snug jeans on a widow when there's probably a perfectly good nun's habit available on eBay?
For years I have declared that I never wanted kids. The thoughts of myself having a natural labor manifest itself as my right leg firmly crossing my left leg.
Do you ever feel like you're going crazy? Does your heart suddenly beat rapidly? Do you get the sweats waiting for a bus or the train? Do you feel impending doom when nothing is wrong?
Psychiatric issues remain in the hazy, murky places that stay under the surface of acceptable illnesses. I had no idea how isolating it can be.
I don't know when I decided to call it a nervous breakdown. Some can't even have this conversation because it would mean looking at things they're trying not to see. I know how they feel because two years ago, I was one of them.
I spoke with Sara Benincasa late last month, and covered everything from the upcoming mustache benefit she's hosting to her rise among the comedic ranks.
