My blog is about as random as the thoughts in my head. Beware upon entry.
when i was a teenager it felt very revolutionary to be cruel to myself. like some kind of slow passive protest against how much everything hurt. i starved myself of sleep and food and tenderness because it felt right. it felt sharp and angry and radical and i wanted to be those things. adulthood is the realisation that the world is already working to cut into you well before you learn how to do it yourself. caring for yourself and others is the real protest
LISTEN.
I can tell we watch a few too many cooking shows at home, because my eight year old told me "the ginger isn't really coming through in this salmon". In his defense, he was right, but at the time I didn't appreciate it.
I’ve spoken before in ardent defense of watching cooking shows with kids.
This is another great example.
The kid didn’t say ‘I hate it’ or ‘ugh’ or, like, just eat a few bites and say they were done. The kid engaged with the food and the ingredients and made an evaluation of the dish. It wasn’t complimentary, but it was informative and constructive.
Watching cooking shows with kids is also a good way to get them excited about new ingredients.
Thinking back to the good early days before my skin grew back when people could shake their heads at me and say "masks are a government conspiracy" and instead of navigating the bullshit like a normal person I could pull mine down and say "I have chemical burns on my face"
things people expect in a political confrontation:
- Facts
- Logic
- Emotional outbursts
Things they are never prepared for:
- Open sores
This post: "Thinking back to the good early days before my skin grew back"
Me: off to a compelling start

















