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how to love your tummy

I used to hate my tummy, back when I thought being fat was bad.  I believed I had a responsibility to try to thin myself, and I carried a ton of shame.  Now that I know weight doesn’t determine health, and health doesn’t determine value, I love my tummy.  What a good tummy I have! … Read More »

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trains

I used to say I did not especially like trains.  Well, that was never true.  I’m thinking way back.  Waaaay back. Yes, I could not help feeling excited.  How the trains flowed like water.  The excitement of the ding ding ding–the way a train’s passing lasted a certain amount of time.  The colors of the… Read More »

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the blog post must resist the intelligence almost successfully

I was at an airbnb far away, in a different desert, with Ming and another friend.  The other friend left a note in the guestbook, and drew a bird that they left unfinished. I said I preferred the bird unfinished–anyone can draw a whole bird!  A bird half-sketched is way better! Alas, I think my… Read More »