“Doors open, doors close” is a catchy title that for once didn’t require hard work or hair-tearing. Usually, I struggle. Unfortunately, while it popped up whole and unbidden, it’s also a smidge misleading. It sounds philosophic and while we may end up there, I’m actually referencing the literal. My grandson closes doors. He’s not a fan of the wide-open space. Some were closed to him … Continue reading Doors open, doors close.
Trigger warning: frank talk about eating disorder behaviours, specifically bulimia. [i] Mental illness tends to think doctors are morons. Eating disorders and depression definitely do. [ii] Wrongheaded and arrogant positioning, to be sure, but doctors do it too. Their mistake is in thinking they know more than the patient, or even enough. They can’t be experts, especially on the front line. Those roles are for … Continue reading Hidden in plain sight: eating disorders.
What do you call a writer who doesn’t write? In my case, you could call her a gardener. Except, I don’t do much gardening either. Bits and pieces here and there, which is most of my life these days. A bit of this, a bit of that. It’s not that I can’t stay on task – a common enough problem when my neuroses are acting … Continue reading Pain, pain, pain, complain.
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we all have needs. we have wants too, but wants are different. it’s hard to believe that sometimes, but it’s true, though the distinction gets lost. my pocketbook pays the price of the incorrect labelling. it’s hard to call our needs by name in this age of constant marketing. i think i need things all the time. i… Continue reading you can’t eat enough to quench a thirst (reblog)
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