Monthly Archives: March 2014

REMEMBERING

Thanks so much for this difficult and delectable post… Hard to eat it, but I feel I must! –can’t call all if it “yummy”, but some if it is’

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REMEMBERING

I don’t want to remember, yet I do; I’d rather be asleep –as if I’ve eaten something incompatible with my system.  Something I can’t digest –though I’ve had many years to get used to it.

I’m recalling –though I don’t want to– THE DAY when my deceased ex-father-in-law said I wasn’t a “real mother” because I’d adopted my children, one of whom was his niece –didn’t matter to him (he also didn’t come to my wedding, for which I made all dresses in the wedding party except my wedding gown) ….  Clearly the way he defined “what constituted “real” differed extremely from ways in which I defined “real” / “realities“….  So what was the equivalent of a “real” mother?

Evidently, a child had to grow in your own womb –not sure how he felt about implanted embryos or surrogates when…

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MARCH 28, 2014 – NATIONAL WEED APPRECIATION DAY – NATIONAL SOMETHING ON A STICK DAY – NATIONAL BLACK FOREST CAKE DAY

Hungry for this! Many so-called weeds are edible, and nutritious!’ Dig in!

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NATIONAL WEED APPRECIATION DAY

Did you know that some weeds are actually beneficial to us and our ecosystem?  National Weed Appreciation Day is celebrated today and on March 28th of each year and it is a good day to learn more about weeds and their benefits.

Weeds have been used by humans for food and as a herb for much of recorded history.  There are the weeds that are edible and nutritious while other weeds have medicinal value.

Do you remember as a small child the fun you had with dandelions?  They actually serve many useful purposes.  Dandelions are a food source for insects and certain birds.  Humans eat young dandelion leaves and enjoy dandelion tea and dandelion wine.  The Native Americans used dandelions to treat certain ailments.      Nutritionally, dandelions contain a source of vitamin A and  C, calcium, iron, and fiber.

There are also other edible and medicinal weeds…

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Sexual and Emotional Abuse Scar the Brain in Specific Ways

Happened to me…. happening to me…. so much I haven’t told anyone…. but myself… Have to eat this, because it happened, and I remember…. Leaves such a bitter taste in my moth and, even worse, my mind… what’s left of my mind….

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Childhood emotional and sexual abuse mark women’s brains in distinct patterns — with emotional abuse affecting regions involved in self-awareness and sexual abuse affecting areas involved in genital sensation, according to new research. The study links specific types of abuse with symptoms experienced by many survivors later in life.

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HEALING from some scars: part of comments on a post about Beth’s posting of some “nude” photos of herself post-cancer treatment

Eating my fill – SCARS! 

I realize I come to this late, but how persuasive this post is is! (responding to this Huffington Post article  —thank you so much for posting! –my scars (repaired head following a rupture of an aneurysm) wouldn’t photograph nearly as well, but this is absolutely essential! –remnants of what’s left after cancerous consumption! –cancer is very hungry, (hungrier than Moxie Supper, who’s sometimes just “greedy”, but is often finicky –within her greed), and these pictures are a way of also feeding! –eating what’s necessary to survive even better! –I applaud this! -–I guess I too fear some unfriending, for many, many reasons, (some probably deserved, but not all of it; “life” has happened to me also, and I too continue, some form of me continues, only form (my “new normal”) there will ever be –ie: this is the form from which changes will be made! –I’ll not remain just as I am, changing by the minute, going on to “I-can’t-say-what-for-sure”, but traveling nevertheless… and often happy, often grateful that I can still travel at all! –-feeding on whatever becomes available. Having to feed in order to maintain any form of existence!
Blog Woman, I realize that I’m reiterating much of what has been said, but this is just a wonderful post! I suppose that I don’t want to be “unfriended” either, and certainly not for changes in my body! –unavoidable, I feel, just be living to certain ages! –to “change” is a way and “rule” of existence? –I’m nothing like the promise of me when I was born 60 years ago; I’ve changed substantially, and I’m not done; even when I die, my body will continue to change, and will be a feast for microbes, many of which are already with in me, held back by a living status, but when I die (and I will) that status will be invalid, ad those microbes can feat on this tiny body… only about 90 pounds and 4’10” tall… but still enough for a feast.
I don’t have scars that are as visible as Beth’s; mine are much more invisible (scar from a ruptured aneurysm; indentation on my head [that was bumpy anyway]), and the blindness, legal blindness, in my left eye due to optic neuritis due to MS (diagnosed in 1996, though I’d had MS since graduate school [when symptoms manifested in a first exacerbation in 1981[[face, lower right jaw, attributed to test anxiety, rigors of graduate study; legs next time ~circa 1982/3, swelling [[in my mind]] like incredible loaves of bread]] then dormant until 1996 –scars inside my body; not outside), and also scars from a c-section performed for the birth of my only biological child –old scar still visible from when I fell off a bike, breaking a glass jug of milk –still have scars above my knees from that, and from falling into a barbed wire fence “protecting a small tree lawn in Ohio, –and also emotional scars after a divorce after forty years when I was a teenager, who did a best that she could, becoming pregnant after a rape when I was just fifteen, rapist was an older man, 25 when I was fifteen.  I had a third trimester abortion (in New York State, where the procedure was “legal”) –after that rapist refused to ever speak to me again… I was unable to tell anyone –not even –especially not my parents!– I was left silent and frigid –“symptoms” the man I married vowed to cure –at first, of course, I didn’t want him to touch me, but eventually I overcame that –I was still in high school, and stopped speaking altogether –should I be unfriended for this?
–not that Facebook “friends” are “friends” in any other context, but they’re still called “friends” –and seems to me that carries some responsibilities.  What would it take for me to “unfriend” someone? –Maybe I’d do this to escape more parts of high school, a regrettably tim of my life –the ruptured aneurysm purged my brain of quite a bit of short term memory keeping –I’m not yet as bold as Beth (though I did “like” her page, and am following it) –I can’t yet state what I’m saying and feeling (don’t quite have the “Moxie”, I suppose; but I can’t yet state what I have to say without the protection of (pretty much “rapist-free) physical space –I do indeed remain hungry –perhaps just for a chance to live those years again, and do things I didn’t do, and some things I did differently –your post Blog Woman, has enabled me to say this! –thank you so much…
But friending and unfriending has become so easy –as it is for liking and unliking things –strange that there are no other options…
So many forms of scars! –your post is a form of scab! —healing occurring underneath! —healing occurring!

103 People Unfriended Her, How Many Would Do the Same to Me

I realize I come to this late, but how persuasive this is! —thank you so much for posting! –my scars (repaired head following a rupture of an aneurysm) wouldn’t photograph nearly as well, but this is absolutely essential! –remnants of what’s left after cancerous consumption! –cancer is very hungry, and these pictures are a way of also feeding!, eating what’s necessary to survive even better! –I applaud this! –I guess I too fear some unfriending, for many =, many reasons, (some probably deserved, but not all of it; “life” has happened to me also, and I too continue, some form of me continues, ply form there will ever be –ie: this is the fem from which changes will be made! –I’ll not rein just as I am, changing by the minute, going on to I can’t say what for sure, but traveling nevertheless… and often happy, often grateful that I can still travel at all! –feeding on whatever becomes available. Tanks for posting this Blog Woman!

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freshly-pressed-rectangleI came across a Huffington post about a woman who posted pictures of herself on her Facebook wall that caused a collapse in her social circle.  The headline said “When Beth Posted These Images on Facebook, 103 People Unfriended Her”.   

The headline effectively grabbed my attention, but what the story really did was zero in on the heart of one of my own deepest fears.  It cut to a deep vulnerability that even I don’t fully understand, but it’s one that has held me back from engaging as fully in life as I possibly could.  I can’t do that until I can somehow get to a place of true peace about it.

Canvas ScarsThe pictures that Beth Whaanga, the woman in the Huffington piece, posted were semi-nude images of herself featuring her scars from a double mastectomy and a hysterectomy.  They were taken by a photographer leading a project called,

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Jack Kerouac and his Golden Eternity

Magnificent! –and all videos on some scale are advertisements, some advertise ways of seeing, ways of understanding, ways of bering –ways to use senses, to see, hear, feel, ingest, exude –ways to participate! –ways to feed and to be fed upon! –Moxie Supper approves! –consumes this and is consumed by this! –ways of existing….

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I tweeted this video a couple of days ago but decided it was too beautiful not to share on this blog. Although this video is an advertisement for a bicycle company, the cinematography, music and post-processing made this such a fine piece of artwork. More importantly, the haunting narration was based on a letter written by Beats generation maestro Jack Kerouac to his former wife that makes it existential, transcendent yet romantic at the same time.

This video was so good I watched it on loop for a good 10 minutes, so hope you guys will enjoy it and below is the full text:

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Would Anyone Have Cared About That Missing Plane If It Was A Black Woman?

other black women might care…. We’ve been eating meals of forms of rejection for many, too many years…. and sometimes, salty, sometimes butter, occasionally: just right!

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The past week, the mainstream media has been dominated by the story of Malaysian Flight 370, the plane that went missing over the Indian Ocean without a trace. Every cable news outfit has had “up to date” information on the story, despite any new details really coming to light. While I’m not arguing that a missing plane isn’t newsworthy, why is there so much coverage dedicated to a lack of information? It’s almost as if the media is keeping the story on the front page artificially. It’s almost as if the attention is manufactured.

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To me, the case of MH370 draws immediate comparisons to Chandra Levy and Natalee Holloway. The story sits at the top of the ticker, with no new details and no new information. The story is compulsively engrained in our collective conscious. It begs the question, is this just another case of…

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10 Reasons Koalas Are Better At Life Than Humans

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1. Koalas eat about 2 ½ pounds of food, often at night.

Who doesn’t enjoy excessive grubbing in the evening? Unfortunately koala food is almost exclusively leaves, which seems like a letdown, but they’ve never experienced cheeseburgers or breakfast burritos so their ignorance is bliss.

2. Koalas sleep for up to 20 hours a day.

They say koalas aren’t trying to be lazy just because and the constant sleep is because their body exudes a lot of energy digesting the contents of their toxic, unhealthy diet but when I take a midday nap after eating Chinese food people are so quick to judge. 20 hours truly seems like the perfect amount of rest per day. Why? Because if you have a bad day it’s over and you’re sleeping before you know it, but if it’s a good day you go to bed happy, before things have a chance to…

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When Does Influence Become Plagiarism?

A question I’ve tried to ask in this inter-connected work of “tines” and “forks” –in fact, I was almost arrested when one of the publishers of my poetry sued another publisher for my poetry, and I was served a subpoena, ordering me to bring all “versions” of “poems” in question to court! — i was delighted to think I might go to jail for writing poems! –it was going to be legally decided at which point a “recision” became a new poem, but those publishers settled out of court, just before I got my chance to go on Oprah… and I imagined myself in jail, creating versions of the poem, since I had none…. All happened because in the galleys, I identified a poem that bore no resemblance to its source, but I knew that the sure piece had “influenced” the “new” piece which wouldn’t exist without the source piece, so I corrected that in the tallies, identifying the New” piece as a “revision” of another piece, one that didm;t appear in the agree that thee two publishers of literary poetry hadn’t agreed upon…. So, in essence,, guess I plagiarized my own piece of writing, a form, of regurgitation….

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In the latest of “Bitch Stole My Look”: a Hungarian woman named Angel Barta has come forth claiming that Marc Jacobs, former creative director of Louis Vuitton, has stolen all of her ideas for his clothes and campaigns.

Here’s Angel Barta’s blog, in which she details how and why Marc Jacobs has been swindling her for years. Yet in all of her blog’s absurdity — “Jacobs wants to hide me and the fact that he has been using MY ideas from the fashion industry. Since he discovered that my uniques style sells well, he plans to carry on hiding me and stealing my ideas as long as possible.” — it does raise an interesting question: that of influence and how we trace it or find proof of it. Because while Barta’s claims are, at the very least, far-fetched, there have still been copious instances of…

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9 Things Olivia Pope Needs, Like, Right This Second

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Spoiler alert to this entire post, but honestly, you bitches need to start watching Scandal as soon as it airs. Get it together.

To preface this post, I will say that I relentlessly pray at the temple of Shonda Rhimes. She is my spirit animal, my patronus, and my True Detective of life. I would chase a squirrel for ten hours if it meant she’d be pleased with me, so if you crazies think I’m bashing Scandal, GTFO. In the words of Shonda, goddess among us mere mortals: “I make stuff up for a living. Remember, it’s not real, okay? Don’t tweet me your craziness.”

Without further ado, nine things Olivia Pope needs, like, right this (fucking) second…

1. To sit down and take a fucking deep ass breath

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Liv, you’re the most stressed out character on television. Watching you being stressed makes me stressed. And sometimes…

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