We’re our stuff, and our stuff is us, and our stuff is garbage, not in a metaphorical sense with regards to the quality of its execution or its greenwashing, but in the literal sense, in that most of our stuff is trash, or will end up there, not while we’re here, of course – in that case our stuff is valuable, all of it, the … Continue reading Stuff
I’m wearing a pair of pants that are a little too tight, and in terms of eating disorder recovery, that’s a pretty epic win. [i] That I’m wearing pants – not baggy jeans, track pants, or yoga leggings – is also a win. Pants were in the category of “clothing allowed when my body is perfect.” Until then, it was baggy bottoms – bonus points … Continue reading Tight pants and other sins
My mother died at the beginning of the year. Thank you to everyone who has expressed sympathies. I appreciate your support and kind words very much. Death in real life differs from death on television. On television, people collapse in inconsolable puddles. In real life, there’s much to do. And that’s before you get to the bureaucracy of estates. My mom’s memorial service is this … Continue reading Death and busywork – an off-the-cuff joint.
My mother died on Wednesday, January 3, 2024, at 4:30 p.m. My father was there by her side as she took her last breaths. They were the loves of each other’s lives, married fifty-five years. She was the best mom ever, and there’s a hole inside me that wasn’t there before. The two years since her surgery for lung cancer have taken forever. They passed … Continue reading Goodbye mom.
From Famine to Feast. 