I remember the day I noticed I was both judgey and jealous of people with money. My boyfriend at the time was thinking of buying a high end BMW and I was mortified. Turns out, I didn’t want to be seen in such a luxury car. What would people think?!… [Continue Reading]

My soft friend, I feel hard, hard like a rock-hard. Cynical and paranoid like poker-faced border guards eyeing your passport, suspicious like security officials patting you down, their calloused hands rough, impervious to your tender. I feel envious-hard of the people making it, the connected people, the ones that are… [Continue Reading]

Happy New Year, dear friends. It is with a sense of joy and anticipation of surprise that I greet you and the new year on this first day of 2006. The desire to write and connect with you has been gurgling inside me. This afternoon, walking through the Parc La… [Continue Reading]

This is about food. It’s about body. It’s about control and lack thereof. It’s also about wanting to connect. It’s about wanting to be known. It’s about wanting to be able to talk about things we tend to hide. The Geneen Roth thing worked many years ago, when, after a… [Continue Reading]