Balance

Balance

Sometimes labels are helpful. I have two new ones to add to my collection: post-exertional malaise and orthostatic intolerance.Post-exertional malaise: the crash that happens after every physically or emotionally intense event. This seems to be particularly strong...

Healing and Food

Healing and Food

My turbulent relationship with food began when I was an infant. The story, as my mother told it, was that she was unable to nurse and had zero support with breastfeeding (not unusual for the late 60s). The pediatrician told her to put me on a formula feeding schedule,...

If I Belonged

> When did it start to feel like… Like you fit? Like you…belonged here?> Well, I'm still not sure I do.If I belongedReally belongedI wouldn’t feel the needTo prove myselfTo show my worthTo defend every actionEvery desire for connectionEvery longing for loveIf I...

Literary Orgasms

I've long said that the act of writing, whether a short story, a novel, or a poem, is like giving birth. The only difference between the three is the length of gestation.There is the initial orgasmic ecstasy of a new idea, of plot twists and characters imbued with...

On Getting Pregnant for the Tenth Time

I promised to participate in #gishwhes and apparently Misha promised someone else a SFW 2000-word essay on getting pregnant for the tenth time, and seeing as I’ve had a lot of practice (minds out of the gutter now), I figured I’d give it a whirl. A shot in the dark,...

PTSD: a poem

⁣​you hidein shadows and behind darkened memorieslooking for a weaknessa way ina break in my flawed façadejust a cracka whisperthe chance to turndream into nightmarelaughter to tearshope into ruin love to loss you wait patientlyfor me to failto forget...

Touchstones

I recently returned from my first trip to Israel as part of a tour group from my synagogue. I'm still processing it, but was able to capture some of what it meant to me in the following poem.TouchstonesFrom the concrete and glass of the airportTo the plastic and...

Reflections

Today turned out to be a time of reflection on life and death and change and permanency. My own personal losses—parents, child—and losses affecting many more people.I've always thought of myself as more of a skeptic. I like proof, two or more reputable sources, things...

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