My mother sent me a magazine clipping about enemas, with the following passage circled:

...the Mayan Indians used enemas for a completely different purpose-introducing hallucinogenic drugs and medicines into the body. Those intoxicating enemas are believed to have been ritualistic, taken during religious celebrations to enhance or alter ( Read more... )

( The whole gamut! Self-destruction of yore, body image, and daddy issues! )

AP ( Read more... )

In honor of Ma Plumerai's fifty-sixth birthday, a partial list of her lyrical variations:

Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater
Had a wife and couldn't keep her
Put her in a pumpkin shell
And there he kept her very well
Until she got out

Here is the church
Here is the steeple
Open it up and [fingers splayed between palms]Here are the people ( Read more... )

When I was small, my family and I would play Harvest. Harvest is like Battleship, except homemade, and with crops instead of ships.

"You drowned my barley!"

Battleship was too violent, you see. We preferred widespread famine in our home.

( The surviving grandmother )

Mom bought Meox Mix once, around 1992. We didn't have a cat. But the Meox Mix was on sale, so.

Have come to the temporary conclusion that, at age 29, my biological clock is indeed ticking. It's just ticking quietly.

I say I don't think I want children because my life doesn't need them ( Read more... )

I am aching (the key in question is working intermittently; please bear with me) to write a year-end post but I don't know if I have it in me. I really want to have more ritual in my life--not nesessarily spiritual, but for my spirit, if that makes sense. I just think it's good for the soul. Problem is, I have a hard time sitting down and fokusing ( Read more... )