In: Toxic Times
25 Oct 2003I’ve had a migraine almost every day for the past two weeks–maybe three, I can’t remember now. I’ve tried everything I could think of: Imitrex, Excedrin Migraine, Vicodin, compulsive laundering and showering to wash the fragrance/chems out of clothes/bedding and off of me. I don’t know what else to do. Wait–yes I do: I need [...]
In: Blog
24 Oct 2003I have a hard enough time telling people who speak my language that their fragrances make me sick. How do you tell a housekeeper from the county who only speaks Spanish? I looked it up, of course. With sign language, I told her that her perfume gives me terrible headaches. “No mas, por favor!” But [...]
In: Blog
22 Oct 2003In many other cultures, solitude is considered something to be desired, not feared. Monks are admired and even supported by their community for doing the hard spiritual work for everyone. Hermits are not suspect, like here. They have a long, remarkable history. I wonder why we are so afraid to be alone? I skirt the [...]
In: Just write
21 Oct 2003Okay, so I haven’t even started today’s 2500–except for these few words–but at least I have gotten back to typing Bob’s book. And that’s the important thing.
I'm not really famous. In case you were wondering. But I tried. I once believed that fame makes you real - a perversion of "The Velveteen Rabbit" theme that love makes you real. Guess I equated fame with love. Sad. You can read more about that here.