At Alcatraz, a former prisoner spoke. He said those who obsessed about getting out “didn’t make it.” Cognitive Therapy would have helped.
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Casey is healthy, spunky and—at 13 1/2—still learning new tricks, like wagging his tail. Yet today I awoke vocalizing a name for my next dog.
The going-into-treatment excuse didn’t work as well for Anthony Weiner as it had for me. Though now I’m a compulsive truth-teller, in tenth grade I considered myself an adept liar. Early one week, I had accepted a Friday night date with Joe. Then Artie called that very Friday to ask …