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snail poem

There’s a poem I taught long ago, when I taught university, that blew the minds of my poetry students.  Was I a jerk, to assign this poem?  Who knows.  Well, you couldn’t say it was boring.  I think of it as the snail poem, but it’s actually “The Connoisseuse of Slugs” by Sharon Olds. If… Read More »

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amazing ritual

We did an amazing ritual the other night.  It was the night of the day we went to Gilcrease for pumpkin picking with UU friends.  I didn’t actually pick a pumpkin, but Ming did.  Here’s me holding his pumpkin by the car. I roamed the place by myself, for a satisfying morning walk.  Felt good… Read More »

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fat folks tarot

Oh hey, something exciting happened.  My good friend Ariel said I can use her name in my blog.  Wow!  Thank you, Ariel.  Another exciting thing is my Fat Folks Tarot deck arrived, a gift from two good friends who live elsewhere.  What a supportive, kind gift to nourish my well-being.  I was so happy.  I… Read More »

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my body

“There must be something normal about my body.  I just gotta find what it is,” I told Ming.  I was laughing. “I’m a pretty normal height,” I said.  “I really like my height!”  Ponder ponder ponder.  “My eyes!  Brown is a normal eye color, right?”  Ponder ponder. I considered my fingernails.  Nope, they are strangely… Read More »

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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 »