I came of age during the nineteen-eighties and nineties. If you didn’t, sucks to be you. We had most of the advantages and none of the soon-to-be identified disadvantages of the information age. Despite the geographic and temporal advantages of my birth, I struggled. Nature, nurture, and life experiences created a perfect storm of eating disorders, mental illnesses, and tigers, oh my. I can’t imagine … Continue reading What are your labels?
An eating disorder is a sneaky thing that’s always trying to kill you. We forget that fact easily and to our peril as we travel down recovery road. But time passes and memories fade. Emotions, once hot, mellow, and the dramatic resolutions of early sobriety seem over-the-top with the passage of time. Were things truly that bad? Is eternal vigilance really the price of liberty? … Continue reading Reblog: “Restarting the Recovery Clock.”
My mother’s very good at wrapping presents. My mother’s very good at everything, but that’s a dive into pathologies that we don’t have time for. We’re here today to talk about wrapping gifts. Wrapping is a dying art, and it’s dying from neglect. Few people take the time to wrap gifts anymore, and God forbid we add ribbons or flair. The sharply pleated corner and … Continue reading Wrap it up.
Most of us assume that we don’t make assumptions. We assume our guesses are correct and not assumptions at all. Others might assume, but we’re making educated guesses based on our superior observation and interpretation skills. “I’m exceptional to the majority” is a very popular assumption, up there with “mothers-in-law are awful,” and “parenting teenagers is horrible.” Most of us, however, are the majority. Assumptions … Continue reading I tend to assume. You?
From Famine to Feast 