She was more than a headline.
I remember her giving me a pageboy haircut in my kitchen. And the time she painted my face and hands green for Halloween, the year I was a witch, then added the finishing touch of a wart on my nose.
I remember the night she tried to teach me how to dance at a block party. The way she always put too much salt on her French fries. And whenever I’m near someone who carries the smell of cigarette smoke on their clothing, I think of her.
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I sortakinda made it a point on Twitter to mention that I’ve lost 50 pounds.
I’ve been doing a lot of work, most intensively over the past six months, on compulsive eating. My issues surrounding food. How the ego plays such a huge part in the whole mess of addiction, the stories the ego feeds us which keep us in the same old patterns of victimization.
I know my issues. I’m working through them. And writing through them. 30k words and counting.
You may have noticed that I haven’t been around much lately, either here or on your blogs.
I’m sorry, I really am. It’s not that I don’t love you (I do!) or that I don’t care what’s going on with you (I super do!). I’d love to be out there, giving you support or laughing at your hilariousness. I really would.
I even have a few posts in draft form and just need to actually, ya know, post them.
So where have I been?
I’m so mad at myself right now.
See, I was at Blissdom this past weekend. In case you forgot or something.
In a word, it was amazing. Inspiring, life-affirming, heart-expanding, and generally awesome all around. However.
I didn’t take a single picture of any of the people I was there with.
Dear Future Me:
I wish I could say that I’m writing this letter from a place of confidence and security. I wish I had wise and pithy words to wow you with. I wish this letter could be an inside joke between you and me – you know, kidding around about choices I made today and how they could have rippled through time to affect you. How’s that “no caffeine” thing treating you, ha ha ha?
Hi friends! If it’s Friday, it must be another Red Writing Hood prompt! This time, we were asked to write a personal ad for either a fictional character or for ourselves. As tempting as it was to write about myself, I decided to continue the Jill/Ryan/Kelly saga.
As a follow-up to last week’s post on being a “good enough” blogger, I’ve decided to take it easier on myself.
There was a time when I would spend all day Saturday or Sunday (or both) on my netbook, catching up with my friends, visiting fellow participants from the numerous memes I participate in throughout the week, and tweetingtweetingtweeting.
I used to believe that Santa Claus was real. One night out of every year I’d lay in bed, struggling to stay awake, waiting with bated breath to hear those hooves on my roof. I must have fallen asleep too early, I’d reason the next morning.
This week’s Red Writing Hood deals with heartbreak – and I just had to use it as an opportunity to continue the saga of Jill and Ryan. In previous episodes, lovesick Jill sent Ryan an “anonymous” email in hopes to get him to break up with his girlfriend, and Ryan reflected on how it had felt to learn the truth. Concrit is welcome, as always!