Laresa Perlman

Should I care what other people think?

Should I care what other people think? Should I care what other people think? Maybe just a little, but definitely not so much that it takes you down a rabbit hole of self-doubt. I was inspired to write this because it’s something we all deal with. Those subtle remarks, quick glances, or random opinions that find their way under our…

Wham Bam, I almost scammed you mam

Wham bam, almost scammed you mam! Recently, someone tried to scam me, and honestly, I’m still a little impressed with my ability to smell the BS from the get-go. It all started with a WhatsApp message—someone claimed they saw my ad on Facebook about selling one of my cameras. Sounds legit, right? But right away, something just *felt* off, like…

Substituting One Addiction for Another

Substituting One Addiction for Another! Yes, I have triumphed over my excessive shopping habit, emerging victorious from that consumerist haze. Now, I only buy what I need—and occasionally indulge in a little something I truly want and will use wisely. Giving up an addiction doesn’t mean I have to become a monk, right? But therein lies the danger: when you…

The many faces of addiction

The many faces of Addiction: Addiction takes many faces, often in forms that are hard to recognize until we’re deep within them. When I first met Verna, I admired her courage. She was open about giving up drugs and smoking, and her desire to stop drinking. Her honesty was disarming, her ability to speak freely about the things most people…

From grief to greater understanding

From grief to greater understanding: Profound loss can become more—so much more than just grief. In recent years, I’ve lost my pops, my mom, and most recently, my beloved Saint Bernard, Ben. Each of them took a piece of my heart with them, yet somehow left me with even more than I ever realized in their passing. Sometimes, we have a…

Freedom beyond accomplishments

Freedom beyond accomplishments: For so many years, my identity was wrapped up in all the things I had achieved—Laresa, the tennis and golf champion with a collection of trophies, the academic with certificates, the businessperson who succeeded, the photographer and artist. These were the roles I lived in, the parts of me that I thought defined who I was. It…

Invisible Threads

The invisible threads that bind us to the past—some delicate, some unbreakable—are woven into the fabric of who we are. They hold memories, moments of joy that make us smile, and sorrows that pull at our hearts. These threads attach themselves to the objects we collect, the places we visit, and the people we once knew, reminding us of what…

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