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There was a great story on this lady who is, like me, a fierce deaf lipreader and she wrote about what a great equalizer Facebook has been for her. That it allows her to participate in ways she’d never be able to, in real life. (the story is here) I couldn’t agree more with everything [...]
Today is my birthday and I am 40. I’ve heard people say now that 40 is the new 30, but I think that’s kind of a crock o’ crap. 40 is not the new 30. 40 is 40. 40 feels old to me. It feels like it needs to wear responsible pants and sturdy, sensible [...]
I keep reading posts on how the dishes can wait. We need to savour this time with our kids, soak up all these moments just sodden with fleeting deliciousness. Forget the cleaning! Let those dishes wait! Go and play with the kids, those small people you (probably) brought into the world and for whom your [...]
I think my story in and of itself is a plump one. Take your pick, but most of the facets are individually pieces that people will write long about – from the early years on the rural sheep farm to the car accident. My parents becoming Baha’i’s, then moving to the Fiji Islands. Growing up [...]
So, I was on the playground the other day and a mother was talking about meltdowns with me. “We’re going from meltdown to meltdown,” she sighed unhappily, “if it’s not the kids, it’s me!” “That was us, too!” I chirped, “until I started medicating myself!” Her face fell. I beamed. ***** Now, I know better [...]
…So, I’ve been depressed again. It wasn’t just the IEP meeting – that was kind of the whipped cream, chocolate sauce and cherry on the sundae that was already built. I don’t know…it seems to me that I’m dealing less and less well with the Bay Area. I’m really grateful for the water [...]
The original title of this post was “If You Don’t Get Depressed, Don’t Read This Post” because I was depressed when I first wrote it and felt like it should be from me – who suffers from depression – to you, who know what it’s about (because you know, you wouldn’t be reading it if [...]
Proud Flesh, “exuberant granulation tissue” – the first stage in the creation of scar tissue. Proud flesh is for me, more aptly stated as anend rather than a beginning. Proud flesh, my scars. Proud flesh, my scars. Proud flesh, my scars. *** There comes to a point in life in which you see your Proud [...]
I. The beginning of my pregnancy with Moxie feels jumbled, as I recollect it now, some 3 years later. It’s a blur of happenings, events moving swiftly upon each other like quick waves that peak in a tsunami. The blur may be due to the events themselves or may be to the way my mind [...]
I've started acupuncture as a way to get a bit more even keeled. This is an option because of the Berkeley Acupuncture Project, and this is possible because of their whole 'community acupuncture' philosophy. Their goal is pretty simple: to make Chinese medicine accessible by making it affordable – and they make it affordable by [...]
