Spidertales #3: I Saw Something Nasty in the Kitchen

The signs were there, yet I did not heed them. In 1990, I had another life.  I was married to a different man, had a regular job at a regular company with regular benefits, and I lived in a suburb with cookie-cutter houses, where most of the residents had the same education, income, and race.  I actually went to Tupperware parties.  Two Tupperware parties.  {—-shiver—-}

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Spidertales #2: Educating Terry

Let me say this:  My parents love me a lot.  Anything you read hereafter, please keep that in mind.  The circumstances to which they exposed me were out of a genuine intention to free me from my fear.  That it did not work and that I am scarred is in no way a reflection of their greatest desire for my life to be lived in happiness and purpose. It is not their fault their daughter was born arachnophobic.

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Spidertales #1: Little Miss Muffet

Second grade was not a stellar year for me. Academically, I was fine, but it was the first time in my memory that a teacher did not like me – a rare occurrence, considering I’m an over-achiever and eager to learn.  Most teachers love having a student like me:  anxious to help, anxious to please, and anxious to get an “A.” But, Mrs. Anderson only saw that I was anxious.  My anxiety got on her very last nerve.

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