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being nattie

reflections on womanhood

as a child i used to envision myself as a full-bosomed, self-confident adult woman wearing fashionable make-up and a flawless hairdo. today i barely fill an A cup, my best comb has “american airlines” written on it, and my only make-up article is a cover stick (to hide the effects of chronic insomnia) […] Read more


prowash activewear detergent

procrastination fridge sign

a few years ago i was in group therapy and on one session we were asked to create a motivational card for ourselves. i created a card that said “i will beat procrastination” and pasted it on my fridge. (my husband’s wise friend greg, knowing me, took a pen and wrote “tomorrow” to complete my […] Read more


bending sound

you know the feeling when you are listening to a killer song, and you’re totally immersed in it, eyes closed, head tilted back, and the sound touches your being in such a pleasurable way it almost hurts, and you soar to the heights of euphoria, and your body opens up in millions of different places, […] Read more


san francisco 1-day

San Francisco one day

what follows is an email i tried to send earlier this afternoon. i couldn’t get around gmail’s spam detector (mass ‘bcc’) so here it is, with pictures added. OK, some of you may know it, some may not (where HAVE you been?), but I will be in San Francisco this weekend for the famous PCTR […] Read more


the price of a good night’s sleep

Sleepless counting sheep

i’ve got it all figured out now. according to this month’s issue of health magazine and their cereal box psychology, i need a few essential items to turn my bedroom into a more “soothing” place and promote restful sleep: 1. a pair of natural-fiber pajamas (and i eat my fiber?): light pima cotton cami and […] Read more


mustard, anyone?

she's my sister

i am the middle sister. when i turned four i was beginning to develop a personality of my own. just as i found out i was ok the way i was and didn’t have to imitate my older sister, i lost the spotlight to my younger sister. growing up, i was never told to clean […] Read more


mustard happens…

spilled coffee

can you tell it’s monday… […] Read more