My badge reads:
Lisa: experienced cat socializer
It has paw print stickers all over it.
I expected to walk dogs when I started volunteering once a week at the no-kill shelter. I saw myself as firmly Team Dog. But they needed help with the cats so I went to help with the cats.
I soon found that I had a knack with the…um…”difficult” cats. The ones who take a chunk out of your arm if you make eye contact. The abused, traumatized, aggressive felines. For some reason, I can touch the cats no one else can get near. I can take the wild-eyed maniacs and turn them into the cuddly lap sitters that everyone wants to take home.
I don’t have very many valuable skills – but I am the Asshole Cat Whisperer. Continue reading
At the Martin Luther King, Jr memorial in Washington, DC
A couple of months ago I went to Washington, D.C. with my husband. It was his birthday and we spent the weekend eating too much, drinking over-priced cocktails and walking around the city.
I’m Canadian but I have lived in the US for the last twenty years and I now have my American citizenship as well. I love this country, and I see the problems. And the problems have been overwhelming me lately. The divisiveness, the name-calling, the hatred and bigotry. I get deflated and anxious. I get sad and frustrated. I talk about moving back to Canada. Continue reading
Hey, New Yorkers! I’ll be doing a public event at Mohawk College in Utica on October 27th and I’d love to see you there.
I’ll be talking about my experience with mood disorders and the tools that help make life a little easier as an introvert who struggles with anxiety, depression, and a panic disorder.
But it’s gonna be FUN, I promise!
You can get tickets here.
We recently passed the twenty-year anniversary of the day my husband and I met. Our eyes met across a room and I knew immediately that I would spend the rest of my life with him.
Except that’s not at all what happened.
Actually, if you ask him about the evening we met, he’ll tell you that his first impression of me was that I looked very young and very scared. (He’s right. I was 17, and we were out with a bunch of people at a crowded movie opening. See: introvert.)
And if you ask me about the night we met? I’ll feel like a big jerk as I’ll be compelled to admit that I don’t remember meeting him. Continue reading
“Meditation suffers from a towering PR problem.”
-Dan Harris, 10% Happier
People tell me all the time that they can’t meditate — they tried it and their minds are spinning wildly and they can’t stop their thoughts.
I’m sorry to break this to you because I’m sure you are an absolutely delightful person: but your brain is not special. It’s not.
That is what everyone’s brain does. It’s your brain’s job to always look for problems. That’s how it has kept you alive.
Saying you can’t meditate because you can’t stop your thoughts is like saying you can’t play basketball because you aren’t a unicorn. And of course you are not a unicorn and of course you can’t stop your thoughts.
Luckily, we’re not trying to stop our thoughts when we meditate. We’re just trying to shift our relationship with them and realize those manic thoughts don’t have to run our whole damn lives. Continue reading
“You have great hair.”
I was putting down my yoga mat at the studio. I turned to the woman who had spoken to me, she was sitting on the floor, stretching. I had never met her before.
“Pardon me?” I asked.
“You have great hair.”
My hair had been up in a ponytail all morning because I had been writing – fighting, really – a troublesome section of my new book and so now that my hair was out long, it had that weird kink in the middle where I had secured the elastic too tight. As I was writing, I had thought maybe the words would come more easily if I could feel some air on the back of my neck. It hadn’t really worked.
My last haircut was seven months ago. I’ve recently started using this special shampoo in an attempt to combat my eternally oily scalp and it leaves the ends of my hair feeling dry. But I hadn’t even washed my hair in two days. Continue reading