Where I was last week. The lake, the lake!
You may remember my bravado from such posts as No Excuses, where I asserted with vigor that nothing was going to stop me now. I meant it when I said it, but in my amnesiac optimism I forgot that in the weeks before my Stelara injection [...]
I love old books so very much. They smell like secrets.
And Other Summer Business
Joshilyn’s book tour visit to the Bay Area and my house is over, and I am MISSING HER madly. We had super-fun, she worked like a dog, a very pretty and brave dog, and there might have been a bit [...]
We like to remind them that we're smarter than we look.
How I learned to write a post in minutes, AND, rediscovering having two kids home for the summer.
So I woke up this morning all groggy and sleepy, trying to get my ruined sleep schedule back on track by making myself get up way before [...]
I'll lie here for just a minute…
OR, make an excuse and WIN A PRIZE.
My comfort zone lies between eyes open and eyes closed.
My real challenge these next five weeks is finding a way to live a real life like a Real Girl: somnumbulance, bloody stigmata, psoriatic arthritis, and all.
Remember when I mentioned [...]
Giant cluttered mess.
Giant cluttered mess MINUS A BOOKSHELF.
Our next FFP challenge had better be something that doesn’t require extensive hand- or footwork. At four weeks my Stelara has yet to show positive results, and all of this CLEANING and HANDLING of things is causing trouble. By the way, Stelara isn’t [...]
OR, Some True Things, Some Gross Things, and the Heartbreak of Psoriasis.
Not a photo of psoriasis. That would be vulgar.
This post isn’t about diet. It’s only tangentially about exercise, but it IS about health! And a terrible secret.
Five years ago, spots, each the size of a pea, appeared at the center of the [...]