My three fantassimo siblings and I used to party it up at my grandparents house every Friday night so our parents could go out and get LIT!* I remember my grandpa would often tell us as we were leaving, with his characteristic grin and eyes twinkling merrily,** “Keep ‘er between the ditches!” Which was his southern-folksy way of saying, “Drive safe!” 594 more words
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There only seem to be two main triggers left with my anxiety, and they’re fairly manageable; not being able to get out, and toilets.
The first one only really crops up with things like the theatre – which makes tickets a bit more expensive – and meetings, where I can tell myself “it’s only an hour, you’re not going to have to”. 244 more words
This memoir explores post-war America through the eyes of a child of immigrant Jews. Paul Auster tells us about his childhood — the ever lurking fear of Nazis, circumcision, wetting his bed at a summer camp, and finally finding escape and meaning in books. 459 more words