Oh hey, how are you doing? I made a cookzine while back about disabled eating. It was called Please Pass the Plants 2: disabled eating. Did you ever read it? Let me know if you need a copy! I made this dal recently that was a great example of disabled eating, how I did it… Read More »
This blog post is formed as a letter addressing my friend who teaches qigong. I thought it might have a broader appeal, talking about health, therapeutic relationship, fatness, and grief. I don’t go into how qigong helps me feel amazing–my body feels free and loose, almost magical, humming with goodness. Another time I will explain… Read More »
“Do you want me to wrap your sausage in a tortilla?” I asked Ming. Oh my. He just got up, and I’d cooked two veg sausages while he was still sleeping. “Uh, I don’t know,” he said. He ended up eating his sausage just on a fork, standing in the kitchen, still waking up. His… Read More »
Sister Megan died a few days ago. She was an important figure in my life, though we never met in person. We spoke on the phone, and there were a few emails. She was 91. She was a very dear nun activist, beloved by so many. Ming knew her because she helped run Nevada Desert… Read More »
“I never thought of detox as a sacred time,” Ming said. He’d just read my blog post about detox and the Las Vegas Radical Mental Health Collective dance party. “Yeah, I think it is,” I said. “Doing something different, for a good reason. Kind of like being pregnant. There could be suffering, but it has… Read More »
“You have no idea what withdrawal feels like,” I told Ming. We were headed toward home–I’d asked if we could go out for smoothies, then a walk at the park right there. My pumpkin smoothie was delicious. “I’m sorry you feel despair,” Ming said. “It’s not despair,” I said. “It’s not just being sad, but… Read More »
Oh hey, I’m doing a detox, suffering from withdrawal from a part of my life I need to leave behind. I need two weeks and I will feel better. As for now, it’s time to feel like puking. This art I already partly showed you is here above my desk where I can look at… Read More »
“Well, that was a lil foray into No Fun Land,” I told Ming. He’d been worried my old stomach ulcer was cancer. He heard this lecture, maybe a CEU for his nursing license, about ulcers–it freaked him out for my well-being. Poor sweetheart. I comforted him with multiple facts: My iron level is great, so… Read More »
Hey, I made this art I wanted to show you: my body is mine. This is just the sentencey part. It’s about choosing to expend energy on relationships in a way that’s in keeping with my values. dark green words on pink: My body is mine. My heart, mind, and life are mine. I need… Read More »
Hey, I’ve been thinking about sacred rage. I had a friend who hated his coworker for her taste in music–insipid, bland. Well, maybe he hated her for other reasons, but her taste in music sealed the deal. I listen to chill music, but I can listen to angry music too. When I was a teenager,… Read More »