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Zul
- Location
- California,
- Bio
- Cherokee, Buddhist, Lesbian, Mathematician, Artist, Mensa member IQ 158, Former Punk Rocker, Database Geek by trade, Grandmother.
MY RECENT POSTS
- Reflections of a solar eclipse
May 20, 2012 10:08PM - I went to my Happy Place and
Torched it
May 02, 2012 02:32PM - Crime and Punishment
April 30, 2012 12:31PM -
Evidence of Forgiveness
April 29, 2012 09:41PM - Lost in Time
April 10, 2012 11:59AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “I still feel defensive
about the sordid comment. I
haven't
done anything
sordid.…”
May 02, 2012 06:17PM - “Thanks, Erika. I find it
ironic that I am punishing my
self
with food after all
o…”
April 30, 2012 01:33PM - “I love this! I've grown
potatoes before and the taste
and
texture are so much
bet…”
April 11, 2012 09:30AM - “@phyllis- I totally
understand about the thin
mints. I came
home from my
father-i…”
April 10, 2012 11:16PM - “Thank you. I realize
that I equate food with
safety. I am
feeling
profoundly unsa…”
April 10, 2012 05:45PM
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I went to my Happy Place and Torched it
3 weeks ago we went to visit my father-in-law as usual. When we got there he was drunk, abusive, and hyper-controlling. There was blood everywhere.
He ranted about people breaking into his place and drinking his vodka. There were strange serial-killer-type printed notes to the imaginary culpri… Read full post »
Crime and Punishment
Forgiveness has been much on my mind lately.
I want to learn to forgive in order to reduce the burden that I carry around. I tried to forgive my grandfather. I knew it would be in my own best interest. I tried getting angry. I walked through the pain.… Read full post »
Evidence of Forgiveness
Every spring the roses forgive my transgressions and neglect.
Not because I deserve forgiveness
But because the roses deserve it.







Lost in Time
I’m wandering through a fog. Spinning in inadvertent circles and bumping up surprised into the same unknowable chunk of landscape.

Tears spring up unbidden and spill onto my throat as I drive to work. No words inhabit me, only a few visuals and a gut tightening stab of… Read full post »
Today was our granddaughter’s first real Easter

The eye of the storm
I went into the garden during a break in the rain yesterday.
The light was slanting in sideways from under the storm clouds scudding across the sky, and the raindrops clinging to the leaves shivered tremulously in the breeze.

Swimming

Black Liriope… Read full post »
In some ways food is magical
I am proud of some aspects of my relationship with food. I know that food does not equal love. I know I don't need to identify myself so much with these things, but I wouldn't want to lose them all.
I introduced my daughter to many wonderful exotic quisines. She has… Read full post »
Both of my rapists forced me to eat with them afterwards
I had never been overweight before the nightmarish ordeal of choking down each spoonful, transfixed by the sight of livery lips slurping and gnarled, age-spotted hands curled over the rim of the bowl. I was 9 years old. I didn’t want to eat; but as always, I didn’t have a… Read full post »
What am I hungry for?
Day 6 of the fast and a few days ago my body woke up to the fact it has been a really long time since I've eaten solid food, especially since the illness added an extra 3 days of clear liquids to the front end.… Read full post »
Skidding toward room temperature and into Day One
I was appalled… and intrigued.
At first I almost panicked at the thought. I am ‘condiment girl’. That is my favorite aisle and I am always on the… Read full post »
The journey begins
I am about to begin a journey. At the end of this journey, I hope to find myself; but not in the sixties, cliche, I -need-to-find-myself sort of way. I have spent so much of my life hiding that I no longer know who I am.
For example, after my… Read full post »
Butterfly tears

Pinned,
like a butterfly.
Affixed in place with thorax piercing pain.
Paralyzed and broken,
torn asunder,
while the warp and weft of the carved background
tattoos it's imprint on my heart.
Shivers of unrequited lust for air… Read full post »
The new year’s resolution I kept and my hope for 2012

We write down the important events of the past year that we are grateful for
We list the things we are looking forward to in the year to come
We… Read full post »
In Darkness, Light
I wrote this yesterday morning:
Staring into the abyss
It starts with a sizzling silence, one octave above bacon frying.
A frisson of
tension sparkling through taut stretched skin
Averted eyes wide,
neck bowed, shoulders hunched.… Read full post »
Living with sudden violence, time takes a beating
Time is strange
while the fist or belt is flying. Shifting and sliding, it becomes
a stretchy slippery swinging rope bridge.
Directly before and after are razor-sharp and painful.
Reality gets stretched so tight that the distinctive twang of the… Read full post »
Death left me a voicemail
My phone rang today while I was eating my lunch.
My friend died, unexpectedly.
Beaten to death by her boyfriend.
He boxed her ears, and her brain was bleeding,
but she went to work as usual.
She didn't tell anyone. She never… Read full post »
One thing leads to another

Spring Cleaning… two words that make my heart flutter with excitement and anticipation.They have the power to compel me to purchase a magazine, click a link, buy a book, or write a blog. I am always on the lookout for that pearl of knowledge that can kick… Read full post »
I died many times as a child
I died many
times as a child. It was my goal to learn to let go
gracefully. I wished I could avoid the last
minutes of panic and flailing, but I never got
there.
How did I die? Mostly bathtub drowning, once a beating that went too far and… Read full post »
Touching the face of god
One of my favorite poems sings rhapsodically about the joys of flight. A version of this is recited in the last moments of BladeRunner and it always takes my breath away.
High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the
surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on… Read full post »
My advent calendar of horror…
The problem lies in not having a common language.
If I talk to you about the Christmas I got my first bike and flew through the foggy morning at first light like I was speeding through outer space, you might understand. But if I mention the Christmas I… Read full post »
1 cup fresh milk
Dash of cream
1 oz light Rum
1 oz Bourbon
Maple Syrup- I love to use grade B, the flavor is so intense
Freshly grated nutmeg
Ice or milk frozen into cubes
Combine everything but the nutmeg in… Read full post »
Where there's smoke...
Well, I wouldn’t all it an unqualified success, but it was a hell of a good time.

I decided to try the Thanksgiving Makeover as recommended by America's Test Kitchen on the Friday after Thanksgiving. Every time I roast turkey I go through the…
I'm going to do it! Breaking the mold on Turkey Dinner.
Thursday we are doing the standard family Thanksgiving and I’ll bring a boysenberry pie, appetizer and pomegranate cranberry relish.
I picked up one of the deal of the century turkey and am cooking it ‘just because’ on Friday with the significant other and my best friend. I… Read full post »
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