EXTREMELY SPECIFIC PET PEEVE: I’ve noticed, in multiple teachings coming from Western yogi-buddha (yes, they mix the two) women, they will use eating chocolate as an example of moral failure. As in, “you have a bad day at work, so you go home and eat a piece of chocolate. AHA GOTCHA! That’s the reactive [or,…… Continue reading Why do white lady yogis hate chocolate so much?
Dear Santa, It’s that time of year! I tested two cookie recipes yesterday. Do you prefer almond or chocolate? Nevermind, we’re going to eat them all before Christmas. I’ll make more. I’m writing to you because it’s tradition, because it’s expected, because you work so hard to bring happiness to our homes, and I ought…… Continue reading My Christmas Wish List Proves That Christmas is for Kids, And Also That I’m An Old Fart
What is there to write about depression that you haven’t already read? Having a name for it helps. For the first few episodes, it healed me to learn that many people suffer these symptoms. It’s not a character flaw. I am not weak-willed. I suffer an illness. Somewhat paradoxically, the cure for this illness involves…… Continue reading How depression ages
Looking for books to read in 2018? I work at a library, which gives me insight on the best summer reading books for teens and adults!
I’ve been thinking about the term “moderate” because lately, I’ve been failing to self-moderate. (For those following along with my post categories, I placed this in “tarot” because it is a meditation on Temperance as much as a recounting of political exploits over the past few days.) I deactivated my Facebook account for this reason,…… Continue reading Moderate in 2017, part 2
Guys, I want to explain something, albeit 17 years late: When I started wearing black as the dominant staple in my wardrobe, back in 7th grade, my classmates speculated tirelessly about the reasons. It was a boring town. Yet even then in the early naughts, I suspect they could have found something better to do…… Continue reading Confessions of a Grade School Goth
I am a moderate. I think I was raised moderate, which is less interesting than being raised liberal or conservative. My mother is an independent. My father is a conservative, but dude surprises me sometimes. He’s not exactly open, but he’s not exactly closed. When he’s open, sometimes I’m surprised that he disagrees with me (for instance:…… Continue reading Moderate in 2017