The Hunter had been in a foul mood all weekend long. He is hurting, something is wrong with his foot, but he refuses to get it taken care off -takes pain pills instead and moans and groans whenever he gets up. It's especially bad when his wife is watching him, almost as if he would… Continue reading Grumpy-Hunter Day
For those of you who are obese, who never know just when to cease obsessive and incessant stuffing, who walk upstairs with lots of huffing, you may be wondering just why the doctors and the books all lie. You've tried the Atkins and the Eades, have eaten rabbit food and weeds. Have starved yourself… Continue reading Obesity Explained or Not!
I can and I will march on to my drum Achieve the impossible Live my dream Make a fist just because I can I have found a rhythm so it seems, march to my own drum -still stubbornly holding on by a thread. I have lost 11 pounds so far and I am mighty proud… Continue reading Pigs fly -Porkchop Style
Everything I say and do you soak in the filth of your suspicion. You mock me with cold heavy glances. Worms slither from my fingers. My eyes turn hideous, like those of a witch. My hands are snakes that uncoil to choke you; but my feet stand shamed glued to the floor, trying in vain… Continue reading The Soaked Pillow
One step forward, two steps back, that's the way I am moving right now. I juiced for 3 days and went down the rabbit hole again. I know what I have to do, I can see it so clearly, yet I cannot get my head in the game. What will it take for me to… Continue reading Eat to Live or Live to Eat
I can still see the past so vividly, so many years later? The humiliation, the pain I felt, all seems to be so present at times. I have never talked about my childhood with anybody. Back then, in the '60s and '70s, child abuse was not something people openly talked about it. THINGS happened behind… Continue reading My Mother and The Carpet Beater