Category: art

Vegan No Oil Diet Day Eleven!

Evaluations and Transitions It is day eleven of my vegan, no oil, lifestyle. I feel proud and am finally over the hump of the adjustment. I have learned a lot about making vegan meals and feeding myself so I’m not constantly hungry. I finally slept better last night too. I have seen patterns, my eating […]

Healthy Fats

Last night, before my sign language class, I put sweet potatoes in the oven to bake. I was determined to make a hearty meal for myself. I got my blood test results on January 27th, and started immediately altering my diet that first week, but I hadn’t yet eliminated all oil, nuts, or avocado. On […]

Vegetable Life

Saturday Night I said to Jack, “I’m hungry, I don’t know what to eat” “Make vegetable stew” Jack replied. His little body stood in the kitchen with me, his bright eyes melted my heart, as my son suggested a heart healthy meal, I should make for myself. “That’s a great idea Jack!” I said. I […]

Fragile Heart

February Why do you do this to me February? Only two days in, wind howls, grey clouds move across sky, across body. Heart beats, tightness, no sleep. Rain drops at 3:00AM, I want to love the sound, but I need the rest. Can’t shake death. February, why are you so addicted to death? You won’t […]

Teddy Bear Pajama Picnic Day

Teddy Bear Pajama Picnic Day With pony tails and barrettes in her hair, Fiona was so happy. She held her pink care bear teddy with a rainbow in her lap as I strapped the seat belt and kissed her goodbye. I watched the bus drive away and still had a sadness deep inside. I thought […]

Maladaptive Practices

Tears, I hide my face under the blanket, don’t want Fiona to know I’m crying. We are laying in bed, Sunday afternoon.  We rarely, if ever do this. Maybe that’s a mistake. Alan and Jack are watching T.V. in the living room. I’m going to read Fiona some books, she’s not feeling well today. The […]

Falling In Line

Questions about Listening and Spoken Language/ Falling in Line     “Just bring the ones you want to play with” I say to Fiona. “What” she says. I realize my back was turned to her. I turn around and say it again. We are bringing stuffies upstairs to play with. Fiona has a cough and […]