I live with anxiety and c-PTSD among other neuroses – humble brag – and lists are my happy place. I find them aspirational and inspirational. I can tend to aimless wheel spinning with my puttering – reorganizing the library again is a lateral move no matter how it soothes anxious feelings – so lists can lead to me feeling productive at the end of the … Continue reading To-do lists – an off-the-cuff joint.
The personal library. I’ve always had a library. Granted, at times, the “library” designation should perhaps be taken with a grain of salt. Is a teenager’s closet really a library, even if half is sectioned off for only books? Can you call it a library if it’s only the three shelves of the built-in wardrobe in your dorm room? I did. Perhaps it’s more accurate … Continue reading Reading and libraries, an off-the-cuff joint.
I encountered yoga as an exercise in the 1970s. I was seven or eight and the television show “Yoga with Kareen” was occasionally playing on the screen. I remember doing a shoulder stand and bicycling my legs. I remember being curious about the leotard. I don’t know that I’d call myself a fanatic, and I definitely wouldn’t call myself an expert, but I’ve maintained some … Continue reading There has always been yoga.
We’re not so tolerant of people choosing to do things differently than we would, especially when it comes to minutiae. We sweat the small stuff. We can manage peaceful coexistence when it comes to the bigger issues – conservative or liberal, religious or atheist, Pepsi or Coke: when it comes to these things, most of the time we agree to disagree. Yes, there are wars … Continue reading We get offended: Our pet peeves are important to us.
From Famine to Feast 