"My participation in diet culture was not only time-consuming, but mind-consuming"
Letting go… of diet culture
Author: Lynn Haraldson
For more than 25 years, I've been writing about love, change, grief, and (occasionally) politics, trusting that there is more that unites than divides us. When I address weight-ish issues these days, it’s through a different lens than when I wrote my Lynn’s Weigh blog (2005-2015). May it–and my scale–rest in peace. I was 33 and blond when I started my writing career. Now, 58 and gray, I feel like (with apologies to The Carpenters) I’ve only just begun to live…and write.
“Will you sign this?” — 8-year-old me
"I only hope that in knowing me, I enhanced their lives, too."
Show Up for Goodbye
But hospice is its own kind of limbo, isn’t it? It’s crowded with feelings, but offers no crystal ball to tell us how we’ll feel when that life is actually over.
The Needle and the Projects Done
What creative endeavor do you lose yourself in?
Man vs Bear: Lynn’s Version
Not surprisingly, many women chose the bear. Also not surprisingly, many men chimed in with their mansplainations about why women were wrong.
Smokey, the Old Canoe Paddler
Smokey was sneaky. Houdini-like. He was born under a “wand’rin’ star, or as Jim liked to say, he paddled his own canoe.
Groundhog Day…and Night
"Who are your people who give a shit that you’ve been chased up a tree and have nowhere to go?"
March 25: The day “go on with your life” began
For 41 years I’ve met March 25 with feelings of varying degrees of “This day sucks.” Some years I put my fingers in my ears and try to tune it all out. Some years I sprinkle “blood” on my doorstop and hope it passes over me.
Doesn’t Mean He Wasn’t a Jerk…
"That same year, another officer pulled me over, on a back country road, for a burned out taillight and said he’d let you go if I gave him a blowjob."
I *heart* the ’90s
"Sixty isn’t anything like I expected it to be, but maybe that’s because the 1990s continue to influence me and inform who I am."
