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I believe in Romance

“Oh boy–they sure picked the wrong guy to lynch that time!
And that thought had a brother: ‘There are right people to lynch.’ Who? People not well connected. So it goes.”

–Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

I survived and even enjoyed my time in Public Humiliation, I mean Public Education. Somehow, I figured out how to successfully navigate the pettiness and repeated embarrassments that come with the often harmful combination of puberty and immaturity. But that was a very long time ago. I’m a little more cynical now, a bit more judgmental, and sometimes a tad unstable. But, I digress. Continue reading


I stretched back, luxuriating in the warm water, watching the stars through rising steam, and reflecting on the wonderfully nourishing evening I had just spent with a group of friends. After sharing a potluck dinner (tabouli, garlic bread, hummus, fresh fruits and vegetables) outside on a beautiful late summer evening, we took turns sharing books, poems, and ideas we had found to be inspiring, and then we retired to the hot baths (part of a commercial hot springs owned by one of the group). I closed my eyes sleepily, wanting nothing further that day, either emotionally or physically.

Then E began to speak. Continue reading

Eating Empathy or Expanding my Current Level of Mental Illness (Thanks Anne Lamott)

A few weeks ago, I realized that if I didn’t amend my current intake of multiple spoonfuls of Nutella for breakfast, Banana mit nutella for lunch, and bread mit Nutella for dinner, I might just explode. Or, at least not fit into my formal gown for the Marine Ball. Either way, it would be a tragedy. “Dogs and cats living together – mass hysteria” (name that movie). And I thought, “What the heck…let’s get jiggy with it and go all gluten free and stuff.” Ok, so that wasn’t my exact thought but it was pretty close. Continue reading

Everything I Need to Know I Learned from Food

My husband visited his grandmother this week at her home in the Alzheimer’s unit of the local long-term nursing facility. It was lunchtime so he brought a sandwich, sat down beside her and began eating. And instead of dismissing him with the claim that she’ll call him later (which happened during his last visit) or treating him like a stranger, instead she said, “Ohhhhh, you got yourself something to eat. Good.” The act of him eating triggered something in her brain that made her realize that this man (her first grandson) was her own. Continue reading