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Guts

We have 22 feet of small intestine. I don’t think we appreciate that enough. 22 FEET. I am more guts than anything else. I am basically guts tucked into a cavity with limbs, connected to a brain. We all are. Clearly I’ve been reviewing my physiology notes. But seriously, our small intestine is under appreciated.Continue reading “Guts”

First Impressions in 2021: Parent Teacher Conference on Zoom

I’ve learned a lot about first impressions, in the year of our plague, 2021. A) I’m usually Wrong in my assessment B) Tone is hard to read in text C) There’s no point in pre-stressing over might-be issues Historically, I don’t have the best track record with first impressions– that is, what I first noticeContinue reading “First Impressions in 2021: Parent Teacher Conference on Zoom”

From one Laura to Another

This necklace belonged to my great-great aunt Laura (what the L really stands for). She was the daughter of German immigrants- mother from Prussia, father from Bavaria, he came to the US at 18. But Henrietta came when she was only 2, and spoke with no accent due to her work (as a young girl)Continue reading “From one Laura to Another”

The Return of Color

Sometimes I forget some of the things in my life. Not in an amnesiac way, more like the dusty memory balls from Inside Out. A dozen years ago while living in Brooklyn, I woke up to a BLAZING whiteness. At first I thought I’d left the curtains open and overslept, then I realized my eyesContinue reading “The Return of Color”

This is not a scale

This is a trap.This is going in Time Out. It can come out when I no longer imbue it with the power to determine my mood. I know who I am.I know how I feel. Yet time after time I forfeit that power— I hand it over to a number that tells me only myContinue reading “This is not a scale”

Pens

Pens are like bobby pins, I either have a hundred or one.They’re never in between, but either everywhere or nowhere to be found. I’ve bought more bobby pins than pens if I’m honest,which means I’m a low-key thief. An honest thief, a misanthropic humanitarian. With either head full of bobby pins and pens, or lookingContinue reading “Pens”

Post-Its

I need more post-its. I use them for everything, jot down thoughts becauseSo often I go from room to room and thought to thought and get lost on the way to do something… But what was it? I need more post-its and pens.

Perpetual Healing and Recurring Recovery

This is about my neck. And every thing really. But last night my neck got angry. Ten years ago, I sustained a life altering injury to my neck and shoulders when two cases of produce fell off the top shelf of the walk-in and got me like a guillotine. My healing and recovery have beenContinue reading “Perpetual Healing and Recurring Recovery”

Ego

The WORST I was listening to a woman I admire and she said something that landed so hard I have to share it. She said that she can’t say she had “low self-esteem,” because she had “no self-esteem.” And that part I’d heard before and nodded along with, but then she went on to remindContinue reading “Ego”

Grr-attitude, Gratitude and Grief

I bristle at a lot of advice I’ve received and I cringe sometimes, worrying that I am perpetuating toxic ideology. I won’t dare to assume what another human is going through, and I am no model on how to handle life beautifully and gracefully. In fact, I often feel like I have more Grrr-attitude thanContinue reading “Grr-attitude, Gratitude and Grief”