Arts, Crafts, and Assisted Living

One of my boyfriend's dearest friends is a former landlord. While he was friends with her daughter, his roommate and a fellow art student, he always loved it when the landlord stopped by. She edited fantasy novels for a living and her husband was a publisher, so she always arrived with a stack of books... Continue Reading →

The Battle of Good Versus Evil

Five years ago, a coworker accused me of selling company trade secrets. While the investigation ultimately proved he had been the culprit, I didn't walk away unscathed. That's when my naivety began to unravel. My belief that all people are inherently good--a belief that I'd held true for 30 years--shattered into a million pieces, piercing... Continue Reading →

Just Be Kind

I respect kindness in human beings first of all, and kindness to animals. I don't respect the law; I have a total irreverence for anything connected with society except that which makes the roads safer, the beer stronger, the food cheaper and the old men and old women warmer in the winter and happier in... Continue Reading →

When Rest Just Isn’t Enough

Are you tired of feeling tired all the time, no matter how much rest you get? Chronic fatigue syndrome, or CFS, might be the culprit. It is estimated that approximately 2.5 million Americans suffer from CFS, and women are diagnosed with the condition at two to four times the rate of men. With the recent... Continue Reading →

Yet Another Great Day

Earlier this week, I had a day filled with birds, blood, and blogging buddies. (Thanks, Wynne, for the clever and alliteration!) After weeks of harassing attorney's offices, we called our most promising lead only to learn that he had passed away the night before. Ouch. So, I called our long-shot option and, lo and behold,... Continue Reading →

Not Just Any Tuesday

Since becoming ill in 2015, my life has slowed down significantly and the days often bleed together. About once per week, something "exciting" happens. Note that my standards are low. A neon cactus bloom, a square of dark chocolate, and the neighborhood Bernese mountain dog walking by more than qualify. Every now and then, I... Continue Reading →

HOA, Another Word For Hell

My community needs it's own television show. We own a condo. It's filled with mold. The mold was growing behind the drywall, so we were unaware. We've been out of said condo for 14 months. All that's happened in that time is the HOA's insurance tested the home for mold, and then claimed that the... Continue Reading →

My Home: The Medical Lab

Have you ever experienced a moment of recognition, having transformed from "a bit eccentric" to full-blown crazy? I think I'm there. Yesterday, we bought a centrifuge. You know, those laboratory devices that spin blood to separate its components? Yeah, that one. I must now live in a medical laboratory. I guess the reasoning was this:... Continue Reading →

Seasons of Creativity

In early-2019, I found myself sitting on the floor in the hallway. I had been walking to the fireplace to burn the novel I had begun before I got sick, but my legs had given out. Again. Unable to move, I dropped the 3-inch binder. It contained my story with its edits, character profiles, phrases... Continue Reading →

Your Beautiful, Broken Body

I've been on treatment for mold illness for nearly two years. Leaving the toxic environment shifted my health in a positive direction, but the $2,000 per month cocktail of compounded pharmaceuticals and supplements has barely moved the needle. Thus, my partner and I will soon be starting a 6-month regimen of high-dose Sporanox (itraconazole), a... Continue Reading →

A Fool’s Errand, Accomplished

Several years, my boyfriend and I asked my mother an innocent, hypothetical question: "Would you prefer we get married but not have kids, or have kids without being married?" My mom began sobbing uncontrollably. My dad kept repeating, "It's okay, dear. It was just a hypothetical." But it wasn't okay. My mom was born and... Continue Reading →

The Best New Magazine for Optimal Health

I don't use social media. However, I do have several dozen Twitter accounts bookmarked, which I visit on a periodic basis. Recently, I was excited to discover that some of the "Twitter experts" who I enjoy learning from were joining together to create a quarterly magazine: Renegade Health. It's $25 for a PDG/Kindle version or... Continue Reading →

A Place to Feel Both Invisible and Seen

When I was in kindergarten, we made a big to-do about the 100th day of school. We held a big celebration with cookies, streamers, and construction paper ribbons with the number "100" safety-pinned to our shirts. However, the best part of the celebrations: each student was to bring in a jar containing 100 items. Danny... Continue Reading →

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