fall mornings in the suburbs
“the neighbourhood girls who live across the street,
under five, both of them,
tromp through the early morning rain with enthusiasm…” Continue reading fall mornings in the suburbs
thought soup on what i don’t know
“you can’t know what you don’t know. i heard this phrase the other day, or read it somewhere, and it has become stuck in my brain. it’s important, i think, and yet i’m having difficulty wrapping my head around it.” Continue reading thought soup on what i don’t know
the simple
“because i am a girl
the simple becomes complex and fraught.
not the science
though many would suggest it is beyond my grasp;
not the philosophy
which is embedded in the female mind
through chick lit and magazines
early on…” Continue reading the simple
when your eating disorder co-opts your brain
“i think i want an afternoon snack. i think i might be hungry. it’s hard for me to tell. there’s a physical sense of emptiness in my stomach, a hollow rumbling, but i’m never totally convinced it means i should eat. i never quite believe my body when it tells me i’m hungry.” Continue reading when your eating disorder co-opts your brain
From Famine to Feast 