I went grocery shopping by myself tonight, and it was good to be alone. I bought a box of Nature’s Valley organic toaster pastries. I stood there staring at the box, and they reminded me of when I was first married, when Andy worked at Costco and we had an Executive membership, and we’d always… [Read more…]
I lie in red pajamas on the living room sofa, my husband, Trenton, on the other in his comfy clothes—his green-ribbed shirt with the hole and his fuzzy pants that have no waist. “Our good times were more than our bad,” he says in a voice that aches. “Yes, but our bad times were so… [Read more…]
We were dining with extended family at the American Flatbread pizzeria in Middlebury, VT when my brother-in-law directed my gaze to a large wooden plaque hanging over the brick oven at the back of the restaurant. Inscribed in the sign was this: “Food Remembers”. {Wait for it . . .} As conscious as I try… [Read more…]
I was that girl you are trying to save. The one who is all rib and screaming and slamming of door, the one who once cuddled in your lap, who now wants to die. And this is killing you. And I wish I could hug you now and say, while I was that girl, I’m… [Read more…]
I felt a curious mix of emotions the first time I saw her. Taken with her beauty and elegance – the way she gracefully tip-toed her way around the water’s edge – there was a sense of sadness for her solitary state. She was the only one. Surrounded by ducks and birds of various “feathers,”… [Read more…]
i wrote the majority of my eBook in a week during the summer. i knew immediately what it was i would be writing about – all spring there was this recurring theme of pulling the little girl inside out of hiding. allowing her a voice, a chance to speak to me and an opportunity for… [Read more…]
in many ways, i am glad i have boys. i am worried i would mess up a girl. i am worried she would see me worrying and think she needed to worry too: about life, about God maybe not being as good as she hoped he was, about boys and school and everything in life… [Read more…]
i had a reader ask me how to handle the holidays… the stuffing of turkey and face and stocking and the plates full of goodies full of hard: hard choices, these, knowing how and what to eat, and do any of us really know? and i think it boils down to this: perspective. we need… [Read more…]
earth, a photo by Rambling Heather on Flickr. I remember the first time I made myself throw up. I was fourteen. His tongue had been forced down my throat. These were things that you couldn’t talk to your parents about. Things that teenagers accepted and bragged on yet I was dying within. I was the… [Read more…]
i was twelve when i stopped eating, hungry for big chunks of life, but nothing really satisfied– i broke, staring at my budding breasts, but different than the boys in school did– and i wished to be invisible most people think at twelve you don’t know much about the world, i knew enough to hate… [Read more…]
February 19, 2012
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