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I love you, I feed you
For me, feeding people is an act of love. It's a way to show I care. If I have ever cooked for you, or cooked with you, this is for you.
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Artist, writer, unapologetic progressive, LGBTQ+ ally
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Artist, writer, unapologetic progressive, LGBTQ+ ally

For me, feeding people is an act of love. It's a way to show I care. If I have ever cooked for you, or cooked with you, this is for you.

I’m pretty proud of myself for running for nearly an hour today in the 20 degree weather, though my pace was nearly a minute slower than normal.

A roundup of things happening in Sequim, including a cat birthday, some beautiful photos of nature, dinners I made, and some evidence of my dad’s decline.

Today is my mom’s birthday. 80 trips around the sun. She doesn’t feel like celebrating, and I understand.

The past week has been an emotional roller coaster. Lots of highs, lots of lows. I’m having to learn how to just roll with things that don’t make sense. The rules have all changed.

We are visiting my mom and dad for the holidays. Dad’s Parkinson’s and Alzheimer’s have worsened to an alarming degree since August. I’m trying to take as many photos as I can while I still can.

My year-end total for 5K+ runs is 35. My official goal was to run two, so this is definitely a win for me.

It turns out, I am pretty good at being a dick to myself. I try really hard to be kind to other people, but apparently it’s open season on my own self. Read on if you want to hear my self-flagellation over a hike I am planning. I know it sounds ridiculous — because it is.
My relationship with my body and with food is super fucked-up. I don’t like to eat in front of other people, for fear they will realize how gross and disgusting and unlovable I am.

I went out chasing the aurora borealis last night! The short story is that I didn’t see it. But that kind of wasn’t the point.