What the birds brought me

I’m not much of a gardener but I’d like to be so I have succulents. I also have what I jokingly call my “native garden” of flowering weeds. But in one of my containers there have been little sprouts. Some likely weeds, some unknown. Out of an unknown popped this little treasure! I’m so excited!!Continue reading “What the birds brought me”

Eavesdropping on love

I was at the playground a month or so ago, when the family on the bench next to me started having an intense conversation. I tried to give them their privacy and kept my head down, working on my postcards, and I tuned out a lot of it (“He’s just trying to make you jealous,”Continue reading “Eavesdropping on love”

Lessons in Unlearning

My child is six. She has lived a short period of time and yet has learned so much. She tells me that the sun is a star and that blood is made in our bones. She also asks a LOT of questions, like are mosquitoes REAL, and what about dragons? Her world is full ofContinue reading “Lessons in Unlearning”

Powerlessness

I’m (slowly) recognizing where my power lives, and where it does not. I’ve spent most of my life trying to flex my power. “Intellect over instinct,” my dance teacher told me, and I became a master of overriding my body’s natural cues. Hunger, fatigue, pain, nothing stopped me or even slowed me down. I walkedContinue reading “Powerlessness”

Ready to Burn

Last night, my daughter asked me how to get a flat tummy, and she sucked her little belly in. “I want it flat, I don’t want it fat, like this” and she exhaled her tummy back out. She’s six. I know I’ve been pulled back into my eating disorder but I thought I was keepingContinue reading “Ready to Burn”

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”

Becoming a Badass: Dysmorphia and Acceptance

I don’t recognize myself in the mirror. I almost always surprise myself. I must not remember or know what I look like. I remember the first time it happened, but I was in high school and I’d just dyed my hair. Bright, Angela Chase red. From a golden wheat brown that was neither a sunnyContinue reading “Becoming a Badass: Dysmorphia and Acceptance”