I like the delete button. It solves the anxiety that comes when a piece is out of control and heading off the rails. I couldn’t make it do what I wanted. It was a literary teenager, all sulky and willful. Select all and goodbye. I don’t want to write about the arguments I have with my eating disorder on the semiregular. A quick survey of … Continue reading Talking to the house.
My mother misses being able to use the word “gay”. It used to mean “lighthearted and carefree”. You can’t use it in conversation in that context anymore, whatever she thinks. That was then and this is now and language isn’t static however much some people argue it should be… Continue reading The words we use; the consequences thereof.
“one of the most profound lessons i learned from my last stint at rehab came from a weekly group exercise we did. we were given a typewritten list of personal qualities with space beside each for checkmarks. some of the traits were good, some not so good. trustworthy or hostile. open or closed off. accepting or judgmental. you get the idea.” Continue reading why it’s hard to be kind
“i think people undervalue kindness. it’s a characteristic i try to hold front and centre, even when i get cut off in traffic by people who are oblivious to the location and function of the turn signal. in part, being kind is a little selfish; i get guilt when i’m unkind and since i hate feeling that way, i take the necessary steps to avoid doing so.” Continue reading random acts of kindness
From Famine to Feast. 