On Being Gracious

Many years ago, a friend and I were talking about how hard it was for us to accept compliments from others – saying things like, “Oh, you didn’t have to!” or “This old rag?” or “I’m really not that awesome” in response to kindness. This past Sunday, our church’s pastor talked about how it can be difficult for us to be gracious in receiving and that “we should never deny someone the opportunity to be a blessing” with their wordsRead more

Irrational Steak and Taters

“Food is not rational. Food is culture, habit, craving and identity.” ~Jonathan Safran Foer~ Steak and potatoes are culture Smoky, charred, creamy and pure Eaten by a hungry human vulture Chocolate is serious habit That demands a daily hit or she shall have a crying fit Mac and cheese is a bowl of craving This affliction needs saving Of thee melty cheddar we sing Food is part of our identity We consume pancakes with glee To eat, to drink, toRead more

My Drug of Choice

It’s not what you’re thinking. I have a difficult time tolerating certain prescription medications and over-the-counter cold medications. Many induce wooziness and nausea. Therefore, there is no wanton desire for illegal substances that would only torment and terrorize an otherwise healthy well-being. No, that stuff is not for me. This, girls and boys, is the drug of choice. It never makes me queasy, gives me a headache, or makes me throw up in the grass outside the apartment (that is forRead more

Ephemeral Gibbs

A daily habit, it seems. He’s been here before. In a fleeting ephemeral moment, he sits and contemplates… deciding whether to hold the shower stall to task or take a drink from the water dish, when his thoughts suddenly veer and he runs, as his life depended on it, after unknown prey.  Read more

From One Habit to Another

Back in September, I posted that mom had become a KitKat junkie and I was her dealer. She had a bad habit in the eyes of the clean-eating weirdos who eat lacto-fermented foods, drink kefir water and have a salad (organic greens only) every day for lunch. Oh, wait a minute, I guess I’m that weirdo. Anyhow, mom broke her habit today. She handed me the half-eaten bag of KitKats I bought her three weeks ago and declared, “I don’t likeRead more