My Sweaty Stories
St. Louis Seminar—A Day of Hope and Camaraderie
Here’s another freelance article of mine I wrote for the International Hyperhidrosis Society’s November/December 2011 Sweat Solutions newsletter. You can find the original article here. September 24, 2011 55 health care providers convened for a seminar...
Holiday Greeting Cards: A Tutorial on Recognition
Here's a freelance article I wrote for The Vegas Valley Savings Magazine, which is mailed to approximately 42,000 households in the Vegas Valley. I wonder if the Sister Wives will see it? The holidays have arrived, and with them comes the opportunity to make others...
Another Massage? No Sweat!
Navigating a Massage with Hyperhidrosis Last week I had my second-ever massage with a new massage therapist whom I found advertised on Crowd Savings. I highly recommend using these group discount websites. Groupon, Living Social, and (fill in the city) Daily Deals are...
My First Acupuncture Treatment
I was at my doctor’s office a few weeks ago since I had to reschedule all of my medical appointments before my insurance coverage was no longer active. When I was checking in, I noticed a counter display that said October 24 was National Acupuncture Day. There was a...
How to Survive a Layoff
Thanks for being patient with me as I’ve checked out of the blogosphere these last few weeks. I wanted to make sure that my energy was in the right place before I started typing to you all again. I am responsible for the energy I bring to a space, so I didn’t want to...
A Poem by Dawna Markova
I will not die an unlived life. I will not live in fear of falling and catching fire. I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me, to make me less afraid, more accessible, to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a...
I can be changed by my circumstances, but I refuse to be reduced by them. – Maya Angelou
While I had clarity last Monday, I don’t have complete clarity after what happened last Tuesday. And that’s okay. I have been experiencing a range of emotions not unlike the grief cycle. When I walked out of the president’s office after being let go, the first person...
What Happened When I Thought I Had it All
It’s 7:15AM. I’d be halfway to work by now, except I’m not. I was laid off from my job last Tuesday. At 10:30, my phone rang and I was asked by the HR Director to come to the president’s office. My heart was pounding and my hands were sweating as I got up from my desk...
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