About Me

Always one to seek confirmation of who I am, I remember taking a quiz in Glamour Magazine in the late ‘80s or early ‘90s titled “How Resilient Are You?”

At the time, I had gone through a rough breakup, my parents’ messy divorce, and yet, I felt like I had come out of it all pretty well. The quiz results confirmed it—I scored high on resilience. Back then, I took comfort in sayings like “God never gives you more than you can handle” and “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” I had a pretty healthy outlook on life—or so I thought.

Most of The Time
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been hyper-aware of people’s emotions—picking up on their moods, anticipating reactions, and adjusting myself accordingly. It started young.

The Early Signs
When I was 14, I fell in love with Mike before he even asked me out. He was my first love, a hockey goalie who lived around the corner, and I thought my life was made when we became official. If you asked my mother, she’d say we fought all the time. Looking back, I can see how I constantly checked in with his moods, trying to keep everything ‘good and right.’

About six months ago, my husband started walking our Treeing Walker Coonhound when he got home from work. Traditionally, I was the one who walked the dogs in the morning, but after our dog Rugs developed vertigo last August, his mornings became groggy, and he preferred to stay in bed. 

Glenn’s new routine of evening walks was good for the dogs and good for him—until he developed plantar fasciitis. As anyone who’s had it knows, it shows up out of nowhere and, just as mysteriously, disappears one day like magic.