I was walking to the corner store to buy candy with my meagre allowance one bright summer morning, skipping cracks because who wants a mother with a broken back, and when I looked up, I was fifty-two. There’s a lifetime in the gap, but I forget all too often the history in my history, focusing only on the ugly bits, which, excluding the eating disorder … Continue reading Criticism or celebration?
What’s up with fear? I get the survival component: we wouldn’t be a successful species if we all wanted to play with gorillas, but does it have to be so persistent during non-dire situations? I don’t like racing hearts and flop sweats. [i] I’m afraid frequently. Partly because I suffer from anxiety and partly because I’m a Gemini. Half of me is a big, fat … Continue reading Fear facts.
I’m no good at skateboarding. It’s not about balance. I do yoga on the semi-regular and can hold a tree with the middlest of them. It’s about impact on cement and being kind of a chicken. I’m also pretty willing to give up. As Homer Simpson says, “if something’s hard to do, it’s not worth doing.” I like being comfortable and not looking the fool … Continue reading Skinned knees hurt.
I can do what I want. This is true of everyone. We’re not as constrained as we like to think. At least not in any real sense. The constraints we experience are primarily self-imposed. We choose what we do. We choose what we don’t do. We allow ourselves to be constrained. There are reasons. Often, we don’t realize that’s what we’re doing. Beyond some minor … Continue reading Constraints.
From Famine to Feast. 