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Product Reviews | Daily Harvest

May 9, 2017 // 10 Comments

Every year, right around Spring/Summer, I find myself trying to make “better” food choices. Whether it’s just eating a little less (because Mama loves her bread and [...]

Personal Essays | Listening to My Gut

March 2, 2017 // 0 Comments

“Based on your history of symptoms and inconclusive test results, I’ve done everything within my power of expertise that I can manage. I’m sorry, but at this point [...]

Tweet Roundup: This Week’s Funniest Tweets About Eating Right

November 18, 2016 // 0 Comments

This Week's Funniest Tweets About Eating Right - The Struggle is Real, Y'all [...]

on Notes from Nanea | Ordinary Sad
22 May 2019
So grateful some one knows how I feel
on Notes from Nanea | Ordinary Sad
22 May 2019
As someone who also can no longer drink and who deals with some stuff, I can tell you that we never want people to feel bad for making drinking references or to feel like they can't enjoy themselves around us. Offer sympathy but keep treating her as you always have. Maybe check in more. But don't grieve any harder than she is, because she'll end up carrying that, too, and she'll worry about your feelings. You sound like a good friend. Just keep being one.
on Notes from Nanea | Ordinary Sad
21 May 2019
Reading your post this afternoon. Did you look into my heart? My friend from college, now 30+ years ago has pulmonary hypertension and is in failing health. She’s 54 with a limited life expectancy. Yesterday, I sent a picture for cute-as-can-be mason jar shot glasses that I found in a discount store to a former coworker. We’ve kept in touch via FB and messaging. She comments the glasses are cute but she doesn’t drink anymore. Then she txts she has Lupus. The world falls from beneath me. I wondered around the store for maybe another 20 minutes. Numb. Exchanging texts with this friend. And I felt so bad about that picture. And I felt guilty for my health. And i was ashamed of my feeble replies to her. So regular sad is sometimes at the foot of my bed. Or greets me at the door after work and I find my dog has once again pooped in the house and chewed up an ink pen or shredded a book. But today I’m big sad. Last night, crawled in the covers beside me and sits just out of sight. But here. I’m ashamed of myself. With all my bills paid, manageable expenses. And now two people who have shackles of worry and fear and other feelings I couldn’t even begin to imagine. If only crawling through broken glass could convey us to the other side
on Anxiety Blobs Living Their Lives
17 May 2019
they don't ship to Thailand... snif!!!
on It’s OK Not to Want a Tribe
16 May 2019
My girlfriend's and I get together rarely and there's actually 2 different groups but it's always fun! They're infrequent but always special! I am the type of person that rolls with the flow and if we can arrange it, great! But it's not expected or required and that makes our get-togethers special!