Tag: healing

Object Permanence is the why in why Peek-A-Boo is such a blast, why babies are surprised AF every time you appear again. The other end of the spectrum I call Object Impermanence in adults with dementia. That rock solid knowledge that when something or someone is out of sight or sound, that thing or person is simply…gone for good and for ever.

I’ve been a vegetarian, a vegan, a pescatarian, and a locavore. For years I was off beef, but ate poultry. But, the more I knew the less I would eat, until my next “revelation.”

I spent a good part of dinner talking about a person who irritated me, who…

Every day I see the rights and lives and safety of women and people of color disregarded and crushed by white men in uniforms and white men of influence and white men with academic *futures*

Fifteen years ago I was on the phone when he said, “Hold on, I think the boiler just exploded,” and put the phone down. After a few moments, “I gotta go. There’s body parts and plane parts all over. I gotta go.” He worked at the Marriott Hotel opposite the World Trade Center and it was early and the story hadn’t hit the news yet.

A friend of mine died this week. The older I get, the more often I’m…

It’s the stuff you don’t see coming you gotta look out for.

Because sometimes the mirror has more than two faces, and none of them are mine.

My vagina can crack the walnuts in my knees.

Because you are 96% water, and I am 96% bread.

Because I have fat in places I used to have angles.

Because without you there is no me. More to the point, without you, there is too much of me.

  Me, on Vicodin (inspired by Nick Flynn) I hate Vicodin. Ten years ago, at…

When I was a girl we lived across from a parking lot. On the other…

It was a lovely wedding in a neighborhood church that welcomes all possibilities of love….

All my life –seriously, all my life, and that is considerable at this point, all…

I have a bum leg. Actually, it’s a bum foot. A motorcycle accident in  ’79…

I had to take a little time off from the “other” blog, from writing in…

I’m driving and the music is blasting. Frequently. There are certain bands, certain music that…

Service will change your life. Maybe not, but it changes mine. Every time. This week…

I’m chasing my dreams full speed until I run smack into a solid wall. I…

Green Chimney’s is a place for learning & healing for kids and animals. That’s why…

My friend Brian died Monday. I met Brian though my friend Lyle. Lyle died 6…

I’m on sensory overload.              I spent a week out in the country, up to my…