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disabled eating

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 »

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qigong

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 »

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sausage

“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 »

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Sister Megan

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 »

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sacred time

“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 »

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what withdrawal feels like

“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 »

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detox

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 »

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no fun land

“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 »

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my body is mine

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 »

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sacred rage

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 »