On Being My Own Midlife Midwife
I was eight years old when my family made the move from Louisville, Kentucky to New York for my father's job. We had moved quite a bit, but this one was traumatic for all of us. Even though White Plains was an upscale suburb, my parents, not sure what the public schools would be like, …
Continue reading 1980 – I Don’t Do Parades (Unless I’m In It)
This book is amazing. It forces us to look at our assumptions and stereotypes around bodies, specifically the morbidly obese. How dare we assume to know how and why a body looks the way it does. We are such assholes. Life changing read. Not done yet but it is giving me goosebumps. Had to share.
When I was fifteen, I hosted a French exchange student in my home for a week. Dmitri looked just like the drawings of Jean-Claude in my Tricolore text book with his wavy long hair and hawkish nose. I was crushing hard despite his matchy-matchy pastel sweatsuits that looked like baby onesies. Toward the end of …
