In the home that I grew up in, gaining weight was pretty much the worst thing that you could do to yourself. It was implied that if you gained weight, you would lose out on life, love, and happiness. How you looked was everything, and "whipping yourself into shape" was the order of the day.… Continue reading Letting myself go; becoming soft, becoming kind
I've finally collected enough old cashmere to start my blanket. There is something that feels wrong about cutting into a perfectly wearable sweater (even though I am not wearing any of these, and bought them for the express purpose of making a blanket). A voice says, "What if you mess this up and then you… Continue reading What am I going to do today?
Many years ago, I made the embarrassing and shocking discovery that someone very close to me had been reading my journals. I discovered this when I heard her, belive it or not, laughing about my spelling with a friend (which certainly was/is laughable at times, but that wasn't the point!). In a fury, I burned… Continue reading Emphasizing the good and the hopeful