The things we need to carry with us are the things we deem necessary for our survival, though what that might be depends on our location and circumstances. And yet, much that we label as “needed” is anything but. Things like morning coffee, microwave popcorn, and Doc Martens are niceties, not imperatives. It’s not surprising that we struggle with determining what is necessary – much … Continue reading Survival necessities – an off-the-cuff joint.
I’m curious. I’m curious about many things. I want to know about stuff. I always did. I was the kid that asked questions in class. A lot of questions. The best teachers are the ones who answer them. I want to know about things, and I want to know about people, though I notice I’m less curious about the latter once judgment and condemnation set … Continue reading Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back – an off-the-cuff joint.
I like to read. I’ve always liked to read, and I read a lot. Even these days, when my brain is tired, and most of the book reading is rereading, I read a lot. Several hours are spent on it every day, and no, I’m not including the reading one does while death-scrolling through social media. I read sections of several newspapers every day. I … Continue reading Anecdotes, trivia, and Clavin – an off-the-cuff joint.
To cook, or to not cook, that’s the question. Once upon a time, I liked cooking. Before the eating disorder tentacled it’s way into everything, I quite enjoyed it. I liked trying new things. I liked feeding other people. It’s harder with an eating disorder, if only because people ask why you aren’t eating, or why your food is different. So, I started cooking less. … Continue reading Let’s break bread, an off-the-cuff joint.
From Famine to Feast 