Last week I discovered Hong Yi’s amazing art; as you can see from the link, she’s on a mission to play with her food for a month. Her work captivated me and I became an instant fan. I think she’s clever and wonderful, and I would love for her to press ahead with her dreams of making her food art…
For my boyfriend: There are very few people in the world with whom I can be myself; I don’t have to be all those things I make myself be; Perfect, well-turned-out, mature, diplomatic, laid-back; I can show you raw. I can show you bare. I can show you this. I can hear you breathing and we are both semi-wakeful, wrapped…
I know, I know, I know. It’s been a long time since I last updated. I’m sorry. I’ve been busy with so much, and I’ve been dealing with a lot. I posted a while back about my health scare. It’s not cancer, but nobody knows what it is either. I’ve been poked and prodded to within an inch of my life, and…
I’m thinking of you today, Marie. I’m thinking of the way we walked arm in arm down the Champs-Élysées, two carefree girls who felt beautiful and invincible; I remember the wonderfully strong coffee in that little café you insisted we try, and our delight at discovering the used book store above it. I remember when the skirts of my dress caught on…
I have a vitamin D deficiency, apparently. I have to take this supplement for an unspecified while, to build my body’s supplies up. I call it the sunshine pill. Look at it; double-sided, pale on one side, as orange as the yolk of a new-laid egg on the other. It’s smooth, oval, and I like to think I’m swallowing a…
I am all of it. I am dented by life; I am forever changed by the experiences I have had. I have been shaped as I have lived, for I have embraced life. The lessons learned were sometimes not learned, and so the learning of them was harder; my self was moulded, over and over; my heart was broken and…
Everyone who knows me knows I’m a huge Dr. Who fan. We’ve been waiting on the results of the biopsy, so I’m a bit stressed and not really amused at very much, not even the antics of the cats. So my sweet, funny, and lovely boyfriend decided to lift my spirits this afternoon, and he used a technique that I’m…
Lymphoma? I don’t know. Nobody does yet. I’ve had some weird symptoms going on with me for a few months; swollen lymph nodes that leak (I know; it sounds gross) from time to time, constant exhaustion and lack of energy, and an elevated body temperature. So, I had a battery of tests done yesterday, and I’ve been poked and prodded…
My boyfriend and I went for a run yesterday. I don’t know; I keep telling him I hate running with him, or exercising with him in any fashion. I know it’s a way for a lot of couples to connect, but it doesn’t work with us. It’s not because I tend to be lazy about exercise unless someone is prodding…
I find it difficult to like people who flaunt their intellectual superiority. I don’t actually care that your IQ is off the charts. I don’t care that you’re a bona fide certified genius. I don’t care that you can reel facts off the top of your head, that you can do maths in seconds, and that you know what the chemical properties…