You know that feeling

when you just

click with someone?

You meet at a party

and can’t stop talking,

feel as if you must have

known this person

in a past life?

You start counting time as

Before So-and-So,

or After So-and-So,

because life changes somehow,

now that they are in it.

I felt that way

when I met my first husband,

and when we divorced

I kept looking

for the next man who’d elicit

that feeling.

Surely that was the gauge!

But no.

That instant connection

turns out to be seductive,

but deceptive.

Who knew?

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There’s a picture of me in my brother’s lap, right after Mom brought me home from the hospital.

Legend has it that his first gift to me was a cold, which turned to pneumonia, that I’m lucky to be alive.

He’d had 20 months with my parents all to himself. What must he have made of this football-sized intruder?

I came into a world that had always had him. There never was a world without brother.

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I like it best when Cheerful Confidence leads the meetings. Sometimes, though, she’s under the weather, and one of the gremlins takes over.

Who Do You Think You’re Fooling, or Everyone Else Is So Much Better Than You So Why Bother, or You’re A Fraud.

They’re good at disguising themselves as The Voice of Truth, and lord knows they’re not concerned with accuracy.

Thank god for Self-Awareness and Self-Compassion, who alert me to their tricks and unmask the gremlins. Otherwise I’d never get anything done!

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