A Good Egg
A friend shared a pic of a poached egg and it began a conversation about food I never thought I’d be in. I am learning that food is so much more than fuel.
A friend shared a pic of a poached egg and it began a conversation about food I never thought I’d be in. I am learning that food is so much more than fuel.
I was a high functioning workaholic. A frenzied mind does not have room for joy. It’s hard to answer Are you happy?
I picked up the crochet needle today. I began crocheting in 2002 after I heard it was calming. My impatient younger self had been bored by the labor but in 2002 I found something else. I was struggling through something I did not understand, had no support or idea how…
Don’t I look like all the sins you’re going to commit tonight? Feeling flows through me the way water runs through the planet. What is sin but another you rippling along?
For the ones dealing with long-buried memories and healing from old wounds. It’s time to recuperate.
I have an unusual relationship with food & people. Namely, I don’t like to be around both at the same time. Am I an asocial eater?
There is a rage in cities that disturbs me. But there is room in a garden for the delicate blooms, sturdy shrubs, pungent herbs & resilient weeds.
All of you homesick for the sickness of love, hating yourself for thinking of an ex, propping yourself on memories of a relationship, wondering if healing will ever be clean. It won’t. It can still be beautiful. Includes a podcast performance.
My SoulMate Is A Book
Lockdown is on. I’m showing up for it in style.