A tribute to Anthony Bourdain and how he helped free my from a fear of food and hunger.
Recently, I was going through old pictures of myself and pining for the body I used to have. I wrote Memories of a Body about the experience of going through those pictures, the feelings they evoked, and the memories I had tried to ignore. I saw a thinner body in pictures of myself in my … Continue reading Older, Wiser, Richer, Wider.
I am four years old. I am taking ballet class. I have to get up early on Saturday morning to go to ballet class at Karen Sachs' Dance Academy. I hate waking up early and I hate wearing itchy tights, but I love ballet class. I feel graceful and powerful when I dance, even if … Continue reading Memories of a Body.
Last week, my dog Special Agent Dale Cooper, started obsessing over something under our shed in the back yard. He'd squeeze his big melon head under the shed with great interest, then scoot backward and bark defensively. He spotted something. There was something under our shed. Something alive. I thought, Please don't let it be kittens, please don't let it be kittens.
It was a perfectly imperfect day. I forgot my wedding ring; a friend had to rush back to our house to grab it before the ceremony started. The weather was cold and crisp that day in March, and the wind was blowing; a few guests couldn’t stand the cold and watched our ceremony from the … Continue reading I was a fat bride. And it was awesome.