Living life with mental illness. Living life post eating disorder. Living life.
I can't write. It's not working for me right now. I think it's because I've got things locked up tight. There's too much going on, too much that has to get done, and too many petty grievances. If I let things go, only a crater will remain. Perhaps I can send out invitations to those... Continue Reading →
I’ve been watching “Under the Banner of Heaven,” a limited series on Disney+ via Starz by way of Hulu. Only four episodes have been released, so I’m watching it old-school, one episode a week. I’m not a fan of the slow unroll anymore. The frustration is intense. Streaming services trained me to binge-watch the things... Continue Reading →
I decided to make a mix of dirt and diatomaceous earth to spoon on the houseplants rather than try and add the dusty stuff loose. I’m having a problem with fungal gnats; when you have as many houseplants as I do, that’s an issue. I’ve been using the sticky traps Doctor Google suggested, but... Continue Reading →
My dad didn’t die on my birthday. I’m glad. It’s selfish, I know, but I didn’t want those two things tied forever in my memory. He wasn’t dead yesterday; I don’t know how things are going to go today. I love swimming. I love being in the water. As I child, I wanted a pool... Continue Reading →
From Famine to Feast. 