“I made garlands of yellow posies in childhood. All too soon, my mother took me to buy my first bra. Slyly that night, with tiny, skillful stitches, she altered it. The next day, I decorated my sprouting breasts with embroidered daisies. Nowadays, I grow luscious gardens of multicolored flowers in the loam of my body.” […]
September has been a bad time coming off six months of painkillers. I have headaches, slurred speech, memory problems, weight gain, and general crabbiness. But I have clarity about human fragility. I admit I am spectacularly judgmental about drug abuse. My mom was a horrible drug abuser and I am terrified of getting addicted. I always […]
It was another one of those days. I thought, “Don’t look below the neck.” So I kept my eyes raised. Then, as happened at the last photography shoot, my silly attempts at professionalism didn’t matter. On this second shoot for “69 Scheimpflug Street” we had sinfully beautiful models. Models with bodies marked by the events of […]
My body has thrown down the gauntlet. My thighs, hips and tummy are challenging me to grow up. I am fighting it the entire way. I am pretty lucky. Through my teens and twenties, when I gained weight, the fat cells, like little mounds of dimpled orange skin, distributed themselves evenly over my body. I […]
This year has taught me lessons in humility and acceptance. During this year’s multiple surgeries and procedures, people have gone out of their way to be kind to me. A person arranged to have my yoga class bring me dinner, sent me notes, dropped by to check on me. What a lovely heart! I love the […]