anorexia
unintended expertise: part one
I often resent that my best therapy comes at my own expense–things I did not want to have to learn, have to suffer, things that did not pay me back in my own life but on the other side of the therapy chair may for someone else’s. I guess not all hope is lost. […]
i heard the cry of “redrum”….in michael’s
Writing and creativity—like life— can be a form of birth. It gets messy, the pregnancy wanes precariously until one is tempted to just induce oneself into labor in order to have the damn thing and be done with it. But, it doesn’t work that way. It has to cook a while. It can […]
ancient history
I don’t know why I did it. But I did. I am attempting to put together a puzzle and I needed a few more pieces. So I, took a risk as Stuart Smalley would say—and that’s, Oh KAY. I have been pushing through some previously stuck territory in healing and moving on in my therapy […]
the body is not an apology*
I’ve been thinking a lot about mom—about how I miss her, how I wish she were sober and healthy, and about how I wish I could have seen what it looked like to revel in love with oneself, one’s own body, marriage, and life—as a woman. The memories keep flooding back, like snapshots in a […]
house of brides
I spent this past weekend in an entirely foreign world. The world of haute couture. I love the definition of this word: “a high-end, high-fashion, custom fit design for an exclusive clientele.” Exclusive. Set apart. An entirely other mentality. I pass a couture shop often while riding on the train in my large, metropolitan city. […]
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