on how we are all mentally ill (and a video invitation from me to you)

(before watching video, scroll down and pause music player on right-hand side of blog…)it’s been a bloody kind of week.you know, the kind that seeps all red onto pillows from little boys’ noses after they’ve hurt themselves on purpose because...

on how our mothers save us

we’re five on a couch, eating cookies. my husband will not be pleased. i will have to vacuum, yet again. (i vacuum constantly.) but food is one thing i try not to have many rules about. it makes me happy just to see my children eat.because once upon a time, i...

on learning to love ourselves as women (over at incourage today)

…we’re in bed, and my husband leans in, and i ask him to tell me, just one more time. “but why?” he says, this farm-boy that walked me through my relapse when i was 23. “don’t you know it by now?” he says.i shake my head. “tell me again,” i say.“i love...

imperfect prose on thursdays: about a skinny girl who wrote an eating disorder book

Maybe it’s one of the reasons I whisper hallelujah each time I find a boy in my womb growing long and limber, although I know eating disorders are just as real for them, 25 per cent real in fact, and we just don’t realize it. That men sometimes hide in toilet bowls...

imperfect prose on thursdays: the boy who wanted to kill his brother

(guest post by duane scott)He’s not a tall boy, I notice, and so thin. Almost sickly. His arms look like a boy half his age. We’re in Canada at a boy’s retreat and my heart goes out to him so I look him square with empathy because I’m ready to hear his story, whatever...