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My Blood. Your Blood. Our Blood. (opens the original)
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We are living on the edge. I’ve been thinking about sink holes—and not just because of the cavernous seaside one that caused a mass evacuation in Malibu. My mom has one in her backyard, bit it’s mostly in her neighbor’s yard. It creeps about a foot across the property line. It’s the same neighbor who had a dead tree that towered over their houses for years. It wasn’t until a branch fell onto mom’s roof during a storm that the tree removal discussion became serious and now the tree is a stump.It
The annoying thing Jillian Turecki’s Meditation Teacher said (opens the original)
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I am not a wellness influencer, but I often say “I am doing well. How are you?”Since I failed my blood test (high A1C), I made all the changes at once. I now walk or do a small chore or resistance routine after every meal. I stop eating at least three hours before bed. I cut sugar and flour, and limit starchy vegetables and white rice. I’ve added more non-cardio resistance training sessions throughout the week. All of these are reasonable, and I can see them making a difference in the way my bod
How Much Am I Allowed to Think about My Body? (opens the original)
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“Her life was the only possession she had, and she wanted to keep it.” Maggie Shipstead, The Great CircleOne of the reviews of my memoir had this criticism: “There should’ve been a trigger warning for orthorexia.” I don’t know if those are the exact words, but it was something along those lines. You are not supposed to respond or retaliate to book reviews, but I haven’t been able to stop being annoyed at that one. Are we all supposed to pretend the body doesn’t matter?
My Sister Called Me Pretentious (opens the original)
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Hello Readers,I found out last week that I have pre-diabetes, and the food noise has turned into a late 90s grindcore food concert being blasted in my ears—no earplugs, and I’m right next to the speaker. I am finding it hard to write this week. I just attempted to quarter a raw chicken and was so put off by it that I only thirded it. It reminded me of this essay, which was previously behind a paywall which follows.Eating Meat(Originally published on August 30, 2023)I have a fraught relationship
We are the Messenger (opens the original)
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How do you know you’re a writer? I take business cards that sayJulie FontesAuthorto bookstores and slip them into books. It’s a new part of my job. I put one in Annie Grace’s This Naked Mind and Mark Lewis’s The Biology of Desire in my local Barnes & Noble.The first best thing I did when I got sober was that I started to fill the pages of notebooks. I don’t resemble the romanticized tortured alcoholic writer. In fact, most of the writers I know arenR
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