for today. and tomorrow.

in



courage does not always roar.
sometimes courage is the quiet voice
at the end of the day saying,
"i will try again tomorrow"

(mary ann radmacher)



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fat talk

in

so i have this thing. i call it ned. ned is the acronym (and euphemism) for my nasty little eating disorder. 

i don't always want to talk about ned. because there is more to me than this thing.

but...

it is important to talk about.

and in my quest to slay the dragon (ned) i've come across some things i'd like to share.


a website giving women a voice to challenge the limited physical representation of females in contemporary society

and on this said website i found...

2. the following video which probes into the idea of "fat talk"; to be honest when i first saw it i thought something along the lines of oh, how silly. 

but it's stuck with me. 

and it's made me think before i open my mouth. 

and i'm getting better and making ned into a nothing of a man (or dragon) and this has played a part... so if you have a minute (or three)...



in

i was asleep for exactly 45 minutes tonight before i was awoken by the lightening storm.


if i was little i'd be in my parents bed by now.

it's overhead. so close. and i'd be terrified to be caught in this.

but i'm tickled to no end to be in bed and enjoying it.

suddenly new york feels tiny. 

to believe.

in



i want to believe that the sidewalk curb won't always feel like the edge of a cliff

i want to believe that adventure can begin in an instant

and that you can fall in love in the course of an evening

i want to believe that as we age our faces more aptly reflect the caliber of our kindness

and that it was love. even if i was alone in feeling it.

that out of all this sadness and destruction. out of all of this world turmoil, good will arise. 

i want to believe all this (whatever this is) is worth it

oh how i want to believe...



for you.

in ,


It occurs to me that you all so generously offered up book suggestions and I never gave you anything in return.


This morning I "attempted" to update the Book Club section of the blog. I added all the books suggested in the comments of that post. However, the suggestions scattered throughout comments of different posts have yet to be added...fret not, they will be!

However, here, I will "attempt" (not sure why I'm using quotes, but I am) to offer up my own suggestions.


First, I adore Pat Conroy. I was introduced to his works going into my sophmore year of high-school. I had never, ever come across so many i-need-a-dictionary words all at once. But after fifteen pages of struggling to take it all in, I fell. I fell madly and deeply and desperately in love with his words. 

The Lords of Discipline

and

Beach Music

It doesn't matter which you read first. They are both his. I've read each upwards of three times. And I think I'm due for another run of Beach Music, very soon. 

Others will say Prince of Tides is his best. I would disagree. The two books I listed above are perhaps my favorites of all time.

Though, Jonathan Safran Foer's Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close just gave them a damn-fine run for their money. I'll have a review of this coming soon. This book is the most genius thing I've ever read. Period. Hands down. It may now share the stage with the above two as my favorite.

Another that keeps coming to mind is Anita Shreve's Light on Snow. It's an easy, fast read and undeniably lovely and moving. 

And finally, two books I've written about before, but must, must suggest again: The Time Traveler's Wife and Dancing on Thorns. 

As for books of poetry: The Forgiveness Parade and The Splinter Factory, both by Jeffrey McDaniel. 

There you have it. 
If you read any of these (or have read) you must let me know what you think.


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