emotional eater

Rosemilk-rosemilk-rosemilk. The words came, with a sudden forcefulness, as I lay soaking in a sunken pre-war bathtub filled with mineral water. I Read More

. …or as I also like to call it, painful but necessary. Specifically, I’m referring to inner-healing and salving past wounds, whether Read More

I reached for one of my favorite mugs this morning, not so much because Mother’s Day is approaching, but I love its Read More

We all have it. A soundtrack from our childhood. At no time was that soundtrack more embedded into my longterm memory than Read More

  The date was January 5, 2009. The occasion: my annual check-up at the doctor’s office. I looked at the white Formica Read More