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How to name your mental health disorder!

Quick heads up: I’m going to spend this entire post trying to remember the name of the memoir where this idea first presented itself to me. Aren’t things so much more mysterious and threatening when referred to in hushed whispers and tiptoeing around the actual word/person/situation? I mean, wasn’t that pretty much exactly what Harry Potter taught us?…

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On becoming small

I spent many years of my life trying to be small. In middle school, I would try and hide behind my hair or disappear into the back corner of class. I’d sit on the very edge of a crowded cafeteria lunch table, close enough to others not to be a target for bullying, yet distant enough to not…

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Notes from a Recovering Anorexic 9.24.21

Give giving up a try. That’s my advice for you today- Just give up. It’s like Nike’s slogan, but slightly less motivational. To be clear, I’m not talking about giving up on your healing process or recovery. Besides, giving up on those things doesn’t always feel like giving up, does it? Eating disorders are weird like that. Getting…

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#SaturdayPlatterDay Musings 6.5.21

The platter was as delicious as the photo of it is blurry. I know, that’s saying a lot. This platter was from a few Saturdays back when I hosted two of my brothers and their significant others for dinner. I still can’t get over the fact that they are old enough to have significant others, let alone that…

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#SaturdayPlatterDay Musings 5.15.21

Saturday Platterday – Mother’s Day edition. Technically this platter was created on Sunday and technically I’m posting on a Sunday, but since I created #SaturdayPlatterDay, I also make the rules for what counts and what doesn’t. This platter definitely counts. In our house, I am usually the exclusive platter creator. I spend my days constructing platters in my…

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Farro and Roasted Cauliflower Fall Salad

It could be due to the majority of my days have been reduced to terms such as diaper changes, deciding between the bouncer and the carrier, and if that crying meant hunger or gas… so maybe it’s because my whole day is consumed by these tiny, super important yet super minor decisions, I have done all I can…

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