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This Is Your Brain On ... / Week 5
It's almost my turn. Choose A, I can talk amongst peers. Choose B, I retain my sense of identity, through silence.
* * *There was a time when life was steeped in alcohol and oddity. There was a time when life was unpredictable and exciting. There was a time when bed was anywhere I fell asleep the night before and waking up was just another ( Read more... ) -
In the Beginning / Week 4
In the beginning was the word ( Read more... ) -
The Incredibly True Adventures of Two Hedonists In Prague / Week 3
It was 1999 and I was a 19 year old expat living in Prague, capital of Bohemia. I was the envy of many, living the dream, riding the high of my adventurous life before the reality of untreated clinical depression caught up to me. When I wasn't instigating craziness or pissed on absinthe, I spent a lot of time marveling at how many stories I was ( Read more... ) -
I Dance In Place and Paint My Face and Act Like I Belong Here / Week 2
Felix stood in front of the mirror and winced. He'd spent the last week eating little more than water and cabbage, but his body appeared to be stubbornly unaffected. Even the special compression body stocking his mother had purchased did little to mask the sheer mass of his body. Now he not only resembled some grotesque mutant sausage, but he felt ( Read more... ) -
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Woman / Week 1
When I was five years old, my life changed forever. It all happened while my brother and I sat at the kitchen table, stirring our ice cream into “milkshakes”. He dropped the proverbial bomb on me. I was adopted. The news was devastating, as one might imagine. But, in either an unusual act of bravery or a typical act of curiosity, I requested the ( Read more... ) -
Introduction / Week 0
In the morning, I stumble into the room, guided by the dim outline of light around the edges of the pocket shutters. Perhaps once they were able to completely darken the room, but two hundred years later the wood is warped and covered with too many layers of paint. Still, they keep the room dark enough and provide insulation against the winter ( Read more... ) -
My Friend on the HMS Bounty
The news about the HMS Bounty sinking has made its way around the internet by this point. This post is to say that my very dear friend and former roommate had just signed on as the crew's chef before they headed out from Connecticut. She started working on boats about a year and a half ago or thereabouts and had to take a safety course before being ( Read more... ) -
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BabyHenrietta's first birthday is 11 days away. It's kind of mind-blowing: a whole year? Sharing this year with her has been an amazing experience. It's not been without its stress and frustration, but the other side is magic and wonder and watching this little learning machine go go go. Once she really mastered the whole mobility/walking thing, ( Read more... ) -
Some Things Going on in My Life
As raring as I was to write more and post more and be around here more, it seems that I've not been doing all that well at it. I still check on my friends list daily or thereabouts, but I've not been able to make myself write a post of my own. Such is life, sometimes. My interests ebb and flow ( Read more... ) -
Why Taking Care of Myself is An Act of Love
Even before my father died in April, I had spent a lot of time thinking about how his total disregard for his health for so many years wasn't merely hurting him--it was a slap in the face to the people who loved him, my mother in particular. That's because we had to share in the burden. I spent 21 years watching him die a slow and rather unpleasant ( Read more... )