I am not a stranger to recovery, or enforced bed rest. I do not like it, but I understand that fighting it is counterproductive. If I want to heal, I have to play along. (my family is here to enforce this. Nobody wants a repeat of the mono-that-become-double-pneumonia, although in my defense I was 16 […]
Once upon a time, there was a young girl whom, while on her honeymoon in London, fell terribly ill, and after a brief stay at Charing Cross Hospital, was diagnosed with untyped IBD, family history of Crohns, and sent home. Time passed, and the girl-who-was-me grew up and grew older, and learned how to deal
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Hey there. Â Between this cold that continues to linger, trying to get some writing and editing projects finished up, US politics (and a bonus of happier French politics), and the winery getting ready for our Spring releases this week, I’ve…not been a very good little blogger. Â In fact, I’ve been slacking on a lot of
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Some of you following along on FB/Twitter/Patreon already know that Cat of Size had a hypoglycemic event yesterday morning (around 3:30 am, because of course he did), and ended up getting an emergency check on his numbers. I just got off the phone with the vet. CoS’s numbers came back, and they’re awesomely good. I
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Friday night, I dreamed an incredibly detailed dream of taking a publishing-related course in Germany. I’m pleased to say that once I found the classroom (the tiny cabins filled with firewood within the hotel facade were a nice touch, brain) everything worked out well, despite a) my arriving late and b) my having about five
1. Make arborio rice with ¼ of the water replaced by (boxed) butternut soup. 2. Add sweet curry powder, onion powder, and garlic powder to the rice as it cooks. Eat half for breakfast (shut up it’s a perfectly good breakfast) and set aside a cup (or more) in the fridge. 3. Within a day
Another in a series of meals that probably shouldn’t have worked but were yummy. Read More »
June 14th, 1989. It was a Wednesday. Â I believe that it was a sunny day, but not too warm. Â I was probably sweating anyway. Â I got on the train to come into NYC from NJ, walked over from the PATH station on 34th street to 200 Madison Avenue, on the corner of 35th street, and
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Two weeks ago, sitting in Mary Robinette Kowal’s “how to give a reading” seminar at Illogicon*, we discovered that I don’t hum. No, really. She asked us to do a voice exercise that involving humming up and down your range, to expand it, and I… couldn’t. It was such a strange, unfamiliar request, that the
Finding Your Voice (no, not that voice, the other voice) Read More »
First off: merry Christmas, to those who observe! I’ve been away the past few days (for them as noticed), taking a long weekend retreat up at Zen Mountain Monastery, where my sister lives/studies. There was meditation, and talks, and talking (and listening) and hiking and cookie-baking and a lot of sleep (generally asleep by 10pm
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I’m careful about where I give my charity money. I do my research, I look at the percentage of money that actually goes to the work versus the administration (I’m looking at you, so-called cancer cure charities), and their overall actual impact. And one of the charities I give to regularly is my local food