 Real happiness is nothing like what we see on TV. That happiness comes from big houses and children who go to Ivy League colleges and beautiful dresses that drape gracefully over slender hips. For me, it is some mysterious combination of praying, serving, loving people, and creativity. . . . → Read More: Happy In the Meantime  I was walking on the beach in the late afternoon. Low clouds and chilly air meant I was alone; the ocean to my left and the beach unrolling before my feet were empty except for tangles of seaweed and tiny, scuttling crabs. The air tasted tangy, heavy with kelp and recent storms. I walked . . . → Read More: On the Beach I’m glad blogs don’t have feelings. Otherwise, I think No Points for Style would be feeling sad and lonely and neglected right about now. But! No hole. Not a bit. I would forgive you for assuming I disappeared because I slipped and fell into the depths of depression since that’s the usual cause of . . . → Read More: I did not disappear for the reason you probably think I disappeared and that is an awesomely and excellently fabulous thing. You can search throughout the entire universe for someone who is more deserving of your love and affection than you are yourself, and that person is not to be found anywhere. You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection. —Buddha I began with the hypothesis that exposing . . . → Read More: Now We’re Back To the Beginning Wow. Alright, based on my email inbox and a few comments, it seems I need to clear a few things up. I love you all for being concerned. Really and truly, I do. This is meant to reassure, not scold, so please hear it in the manner in which it is intended! Expressing my . . . → Read More: Happier and Healthier: Creating a Peaceful Environment  Depression is a wily motherfucker. She’ll use whatever she sees to gouge me right in the soul, to suck the life out of me and make me too tired to fight her. She sees the overflowing laundry hamper and says, “My God, if you can’t even keep up with the laundry, what good . . . → Read More: The Sound of the Darkness Several months ago, I wrote a piece called Public Bodies for Blogger Body Calendar. If you haven’t read it, go do that now. We’ll be here when you get back! Done? Awesome. Let’s move on. When that piece went up, I got lots of wonderful support and a few predictable notes of “concern.” “You . . . → Read More: Healthier and Happier: Living In My Body I have that feeling tonight, the one where it seems that gravity has doubled. The urge to curl up in my nest on the couch and stare at the TV until I fall asleep is almost irresistible. So I’m here, resisting it. I’m tired of watching the days slide past me, empty of accomplishment . . . → Read More: Happier and Healthier: The Beginning  |
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