Light Stuff With BlogHer ‘14 looming, I decided to have business cards made up. Minimum order was 100, so damn if I know what I’m going to do with the other 98 of these bastards come next month, but I am enjoying how they turned out: “They’re pretty crass. You
A few weeks ago, I went up take care of my nephew while Middle had her second baby. I haven’t blogged much about it, because it was one of those pregnancies where somebody says early on, “If the baby makes it, there’s a 30% chance of normalcy.” They say it
I’m still doing all those things I’m supposed to be doing, waiting for this sense of OKness to rise up from inside and make me whole. Diet! Exercise! Oil Cleansing Method! They are all prophetic of late. I’ve traded in my dry skin for break-outs, and my weight stays exactly
My theory this week: As an emotional eater, my fat actually captures all my sad/angry feels, encapulates them, and deposits them on my ass, rendered inert in their little fatty bubble. This is why food is comforting — got lots of rage and sadness? We need fat molecules STAT to
A couple of posts ago, I received a small groundswell of comments urging me to get into therapy. At first I was all, Lulz, what do you think this blog is, if not my hour? But that was only marginally funny at first, and increasingly less so as more comments