Note to self: Sweet baby girl, you take up as much space as you can. The world is vast and the universe expanding. Cowards will try to make you small. They will line their pockets with your insecurities. Starve them. Deny THEM. Not yourself.Restriction won’t help you grow.And you can’t hate yourself to happy. TheyContinue reading “Notes to Self: Dear Brooklyn Dancer,”
Tag Archives: Recovery
Increased Agitation
And everything feels chaotic because it kinda is.
So I try to handle the things that I can.
How We Work: Lesson Two
We are more than just muscle, bone, and fat. Seriously.
Fucking Fitness: Perspective from a Silver Millennial, Lesson One
Sharing some of my rage, experience, confusion, and hard learned lessons, so maybe I can help one person avoid some of that pain, frustration, and shame.
Greeting Cards
Today I was at Trader Joe’s and I bought a handful of greeting cards. Over the past (however many) years, I’ve cultivated the habit of occasionally sending friends real mail. All this because of my cousin Amy. Amy is my cool older cousin who mailed me cards when I was in high school (and college).Continue reading “Greeting Cards”
Curtain Hemmer
I hemmed the curtains in my kiddo’s room this week. I did them by hand because I don’t know how to use the machine. I lost my straight pins long ago, so I safety pinned the hem and basted it down and bam. Not beautiful, but they no longer drag on the ground and that,Continue reading “Curtain Hemmer”
Back in My Body: My Cells My Self
This is my hardest lesson. That my interior truth outranks exterior perception.
Human Jellyfish
I’ve been thinking a lot about our bodies– how miraculous and baffling they are. All the different components working together, the signals, the hormones, the cues and responses. I’m trying to think about how my body works instead of just how it looks. Also, when half your face goes numb and the doctors are tryingContinue reading “Human Jellyfish”
Tiny Mushroom
A mushroom grows out of the railing of my deck. Tiny, insignificant, complete. I envy its defiance, its confidence, it knows It is a mushroom and will grow where it can.
Seeking Freedom
I cannot imagine throwing my daughter into the flames,I would never invite her into the fire. And yet, here I stand, engulfed in itKnowing full well she will run to wherever I am. I must escape the fireOr extinguish it somehow, Before it consumes us all.
Pretty Good Ugly 