Always Keri On

It turns out the years of jokingly blaming “my ADHD” weren’t joking at all, but unintended honesty. It’s official. My therapist has said it’s my super power. She wasn’t the one to diagnose me, but when I told her I thought I had it her loving, supportive, emphatic response was, basically, ya think? I mean, there were signs. Chronic list making (and remaking, and checking, and rechecking), oversharing, interrupting, constantly moving, and on and on. And now add the fue

Exactly one year after I said ta-ta to my tatas (via bilateral mastectomy), I was the boob who was severed. Sometimes, when you can't see a rainbow, you have to make one 🌈 If you can’t laugh with me, what are you doing here? I haven’t wanted to talk about it. It has been like a breakup. One I had no idea was coming. But if I’m being really honest? The signs were there. The organization was heading in a different direction, shifting and changing, but not growing. My jo

Have you ever done a “real age” test? My insurance company has one on their site which they incentivize participants to do. I’ve consistently been a “real age” of 34. Woot. And for a long time, I felt that. I recently retook the assessment and, guess what, still 34. Now I know it’s bogus. While my mind and spirit are about there — young enough to be carefree and spirited, old enough to make (at least somewhat) good choices — my body has catapulted into senior citizens