DIGG THIS I loathe spiders. My Dad always used to joke that I reacted as if they were man-eating creatures the size of tall buildings, as seen in the B movies. As a kid, I trounced through the woods at night, remarkably unaware of webs caressing my face and giant, hairy things clinging to my clothes. As an adult, they became my worst nightmare. I don’t know why — it just happened that way. Living near a big lake, my house can be a refuge for crawling things that are out to get me. I am awful when it comes … Continue reading Depression-Survival Tactics