a field guide to functional insanity

Do you suffer from crippling self-doubt with little to no basis in reality? Does "no basis in reality" describe most of what your brain explores on a given day? Have you ever stopped to contemplate your purpose in life only to realize that when you think about it too much, you don't have one, and neither… Continue reading a field guide to functional insanity

rumplestiltscass

My parents almost named me Georgia. I’m convinced that if I had grown up a Georgia instead of a Dana, I would have been infinitely more glamorous. Instead being Dana, five foot two with a Buddha belly, wearing leggings and pink Converse high-tops and one of those T-shirt that might lead well-mannered straphangers to give… Continue reading rumplestiltscass

there and back again

When I think of anorexia, I think of Karen Carpenter. Like every normal teenage girl who came of age in the 1970’s, I idolize Karen Carpenter (I, unfortunately, grew up in the 2000s, which makes the “normal” qualifier irrelevant). But only insofar as I would give my right arm to feather my hair and belt… Continue reading there and back again

the butterflies are still there

Ten years ago, I had a flawless first date. I have no qualms about bragging about this because none of my other firsts have been so storybook-perfect. My first kiss startled me so much that instead of kissing back, I hiccupped. My first relationship ended in a hotel room and not even in an exciting… Continue reading the butterflies are still there

the hitchhiker’s guide to the holidays

I come from a long line of nomads. My mother's mother raised her family in Washington State, far from the Minnesota farmlands where she grew up and where their Finnish mafia of a family still lives. My father was raised a military brat, the son of a Coast Guard captain, and my own parents decamped… Continue reading the hitchhiker’s guide to the holidays

whenever this world is cruel to me

When I was thirteen, my best friend found a new best friend. After five blissful years connected at the hip—it was a rare weekend that didn't start at one of our houses and end at the other's—it had become clear that we were no longer appendages of the same person. It was painful, to be… Continue reading whenever this world is cruel to me

the %$*(ing weather

“Your family is weirdly obsessed with the weather.” I have been told this on more than one occasion. I would be offended if it weren't true: we are, in fact, weirdly obsessed with the weather. No Cass-to-Cass conversation lacks a comprehensive discussion of the current and historic weather in every location we've been or could… Continue reading the %$*(ing weather

“we”

I enjoy not having a tapeworm. (Granted, I would spend a lot less of my life grunting on a spin bike if I had a tapeworm, but I'm told there are some unpleasant side effects that aren't worth the calorie burn.) I also enjoy not being royalty, in no small part because I really like… Continue reading “we”

but actually, don’t be tardy to the party

There's a new app called Twist that notifies people that you're running late because you opted to blatantly disrespect the rest of the world's time in favor of playing an extra five minutes of Fruit Ninja. The New York Times informs us that this is because the founders were perpetually running late to meetings with… Continue reading but actually, don’t be tardy to the party

life was better when you had to invite the whole class to your birthday party

It might surprise people to hear that I suck at making friends. I'm a very friendly person and it's easy for me to carry on a conversation at work, in line at Philz, in the locker room at the gym, on a plane, etc., etc. I have a plethora of opportunities to make friends! People… Continue reading life was better when you had to invite the whole class to your birthday party