I’m good at avoidance. I should be – I’ve had a lifetime of practice. What’s an eating disorder if not an attempt to escape from an unpalatable reality? Are there palatable realities? I’m starting to doubt it. My reality has been unpleasant of late. Unpleasant and challenging. It’s been a year. A year of surgeries, cancers, near-death experiences, hospital stays, and mental and emotional angst. … Continue reading I think well when I putter.
Abstinence isn’t recovery, but you can’t have recovery without abstinence. Just another one of life’s bureaucratic annoyances. If you spend time in treatment for addiction in one of its various forms, you’ll encounter the term “dry drunk.” That phrase describes someone who isn’t acting on their addiction, but who also isn’t recovering. They’re white-knuckling their way through and because of that, they’ll stumble. [i] You … Continue reading Abstinence isn’t recovery and other annoying truths.
Equal rights are under attack, largely by men. It’s interesting because human rights were by no means equal. Equality isn’t a pie – equal treatment for women doesn’t mean there’s less equality for men. Lest some get offended and “not all men” me, there are enough. But by all means, share your protests. I’m angry. I’m angry that the leader of the official opposition in … Continue reading Equality isn’t yours to give, only yours to block.
I’ve always had music. I’ve played piano since I was five, and I picked up a few more instruments along the way. I sing. I listen. I dance. I’m not sure how people don’t have music. I’m not sure how people don’t move to the music. I went to a show put on by The Chicks a few years back. The security guard in our … Continue reading I like to move it.
From Famine to Feast 