it’s a beautiful day outside. it isn’t raining and the skies aren’t dark grey and during winter on the west coast, it’s hard to do better. i could go out for a walk, get some fresh air, and bask in the real light but the thing is, i don’t want to. there are people out there. Continue reading i go out
we say “i get it”. we assume we understand the impact of people’s life experiences. at least i do, probably too often. there’s an arrogance to that. Continue reading we don’t get it
“i stood behind a woman at the checkout counter at the pet store this morning, and i’m pretty sure she has an eating disorder.” Continue reading A lot like me.
it loses something in the defining. it sanitizes the binge and downplays it; it’s a tidy description for something that is panicked, frantic, violent, destructive, and soul destroying. Continue reading rage bingeing
From Famine to Feast 