As a child, I imagined my body as a construction site. I am not sure where this originated, but I believed tiny workers in hardhats were throughout my body and in charge of my significant systems. If I had a stomach ache, I would say, “The guys in my tummy are working hard today.” Weird?…
There was a young woman at Whole Foods tonight in a wheelchair. She looked like she may have been recently released from the hospital. I instinctively recognized the telltale bandages, tape, and that weak, but happy to be out, look. She was smelling the natural soap slices with her brother, maybe her boyfriend. She was smiling and I stood…
It’s only money if you have it. The same holds true for hair. It seems easier to give when money abounds. If I’m not worried about paying for groceries or my electricity being shut off, I’m more willing to share, donate, or give money to someone in need. If, however, I hit a point where…
I often suffer from Perfect or Not Participating Syndrome. I guess that would be PNPS? People afflicted with this syndrome need to be at the top, they need to be the best. Everything needs to look just so and be the way they visualize it, in order for them to participate. This leads to missing…
Yesterday was my first time wearing pasties. For many women that are approaching 39 again this is the year for the baseline mammogram. I’d heard horror stories from “it feels like they’re running your boob over with a tire” to “the platform is as cold as concrete.” While this is usually a private thing and…