We’re greedy.
We’re greedy. We’re a more-ish species, not to be confused with Moorish. Though some of us might be Moorish as well. For me, that’s unlikely. My line seems confined to the British Isles once you trace it back to the greats, save for a random German fellow on my father’s side who found his way in, once upon a time. So, unlikely, not impossible, but … Continue reading We’re greedy.
Of course, I’m a feminist.
I’m female, so I choose feminism. Feminism is not, and has never been, antimen. Equality isn’t a pie although many seem confused by that truth. More for some isn’t less for others. A definition for your review, one I like: feminism is an interdisciplinary approach to issues of equality and equity based on gender, gender expression, gender identity, sex, and sexuality as understood through social … Continue reading Of course, I’m a feminist.
Internalized chaos – an off-the-cuff joint.
I feel not quite right. My world has been upended, a hard thing for someone used to and fond of minimal change. Things are starting to level, for myself and the child now in my care, but we had a rough week. Head-bumping. Conflict. Annoyance. I accept the lion’s share of the blame. I cannot allow myself to forget, even for a moment, that this … Continue reading Internalized chaos – an off-the-cuff joint.
Seize the day.
When one is living with an eating disorder, one does not seize the day. One is too busy getting seized by that thing that wants you dead. It’s not unlike what happens when you’re in the grips of a major depressive disorder. Not much seizing happens then, either. Then again, the expression isn’t, “carpe diem when things are just so, and the mood is upon … Continue reading Seize the day.
From Famine to Feast. 