my friend vino

two nights without a drink. this is progress, right? I am up at least ten pounds. Jeans getting tight, and craving sugar and carbs and eating everything in sight, for weeks now. I don’t quite understand the momentum behind a Continue reading my friend vino

the domesticity of pie

Today another meeting with my counselor.  Today we talked about how much I don’t like endings. Why don’t you like endings? she asked. Because endings are abandonment, and I will never abandon anything or anyone who has a glimmer of Continue reading the domesticity of pie