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Book DIscussion at Hartford VT

September 28, 2014 – 4:43 pm |

The author will lead a book discussion sponsored by the Hartford Library and the Hartford Women’s Club. Hartford Library, 1587 Maple Street, Hartford VT. March 5. 6:30 pm.

Author Event at Everyone’s Books

September 28, 2014 – 4:38 pm |

Good food and good conversation at Everyone’s Books, 25 Elliot Street, Brattleboro VT. October 10. 6:00pm.

Good Eats

September 28, 2014 – 4:29 pm |

CRISPY EDAMAME: Rinse and drain a 12-0z package of frozen edamame (green soybeans) under cold water. Spread beans in bottom of a 9×13 baking dish. Drizzle with 1 T olive oil. Sprinkle with 1/4 cup grated Parmesan. Add salt & pepper. Bake in a 400 degree oven until cheese is gold and crispy.

Quick Tip

September 28, 2014 – 3:58 pm |

Carry two things with you at all times. A water bottle. And a book. Find a snazzy, BPA-free bottle that’s easy to handle and keep clean. And whether your book is electronic or print, think of the brilliant Teddy Roosevelt making the most of spare moments with something to read.

Wise Words

September 28, 2014 – 3:18 pm |
Plato?

Come, Spirit of Knowledge, grant that I may accept the will of God, that recognizing the true value of the things of this world, I may use them rightly and always with thanksgiving. Saint Augustine’s Prayer Book

Seven Reasons for Writing a Memoir

September 15, 2014 – 5:35 pm |

 

VanGoghI had always maintained that the Smith College Alumnae Lives update never found me completing a postdoctoral fellowship or building a school for girls in Afghanistan because even after my graduation in 1994 as a nontraditional age student I still only wanted to be a writer.

My profile never appeared in Smith Women in the World because in the 12 years since leaving Smith I had remained holed up in the southeast corner of Vermont maintaining a low profile and modest income in administrative positions that afforded me the time and energy to focus on what I had always imagined would be my contribution: novels and theatre that helped make sense of the world.

Then, at age 55 I suffered a mild heart attack, which the doctors referred to as my wake up call and which I turned into a ferocious midlife crisis with the help of a longstanding panic disorder and a coldblooded reality check. I was a 324-pound, chain smoking Type 2 diabetic who had thus far acquired no life partner, no children, no house, no property of any kind, no actual career and no second income, no savings, pension or retirement plan, no hope, it seemed, and no glory. The only things I owned were an 18-year-old Toyota Corolla and the PASSION we are all instructed by personal development gurus to find, nurture or maintain in order to live our best lives.

Although I had never abandoned my passion, suddenly I could see my passion abandoning me to the consequences of failing to prepare adequately for retirement: a life lived as one of the mentally ill homeless sleeping in doorways and filling up shopping carts with returnable beer cans. The shock kicked off a sustained anxiety attack, a maelstrom of four years’ duration that covered all manner of mental, emotional, physical and spiritual distress and required the utmost in terror management, psychotherapy, the consolation of priests, crying jags and frequent trips to the ER during hair raising episodes of SVT tachycardia.

When I found myself contending with the ghastly symptoms of colitis, I could only think that my body was mirroring some enormous purge and life-changing transformational process. It occurred to me that when I found my footing again, I might have a good story to tell.

When asked what compelled me to write Magnificent Obesity: My Search for Wellness, Voice and Meaning in the Second Half of Life, I can choose from several different answers.

1. Vindication. The only way I could justify the havoc I had made of my life was to gracefully explain how and why I had failed.

2. Opportunity. The misery memoir is a popular genre. If I could turn my panic disorder, multiple addictions and dysfunctional family into compelling prose, if I could forge the onset of aging, an obsessive fear of death and a hopeless longing for God into something accessible, I might finally gain a toehold in the only career I had ever wanted.

3. Connection. If I could be insightful, honest and compassionate about my personal experience and struggle, my disclosure might be of service to others.

4. Inspiration. After two chapters, I came up with the title Magnificent Obesity. I was thinking of the movie Magnificent Obsession when inspiration struck and although I had no idea what the title was supposed to mean or convey, it caught the eye of an agent, then caught the eye of a publisher and after the submission of a 60-page proposal, resulted in a book contract. Now suddenly I had to write the book.

5. Commitment. Less than half way through the book I became convinced that the only reason I could possibly have for writing it was the fact that I had a contract and a deadline. I could not imagine how my story could be of interest to anyone else.

6. Individuation. Until now, I had written only fiction, tales of other people living other lives in other times. I had never written from personal experience. Now, given the challenge, I struggled to find my own voice and in doing so, began to find my own self.

By the time I felt stable enough to begin the book, huge buried parts of me had come up for air. I had crept more than halfway out of my cave. Although I was not the fabulous, empowered, completed human being I had imagined I would have to be in order to write the book, I was standing in the shower of light at the end of the tunnel, feeling whole, very well and full of new beginnings.

But it was only after the book’s release that I discovered another and possibly best reason for writing it. The narrative reveals that when I was 12 and first putting on weight, my 14-year old brother bullied me mercilessly, though never in the presence of others. His verbal abuse created a vortex of fat shame that can draw me in still.

Recently, when I called my mother to ask whether she liked the book, she blurted, “I am so sorry! I am so sorry I didn’t protect you from your brother!”

Startled by the force of her feeling and tremor of tears in her voice, I answered, “Mom, it’s possible you didn’t even know about it.”

She cried, “But I should have known about it! And I should have protected you! I am so sorry!”

I also wept and in that burst of regret, I encountered a sunburst of gratitude and relief. It seemed that the writing of the book was only half the story because the process of personal transformation would continue even after its completion, a process that would allow longstanding grief to find release and forgiveness in a surge of shared tears. Exposure, acknowledgement and apology revealed the book’s true aim:

7. Healing.

 

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Good Eats

September 5, 2014 – 4:32 pm |

NEW THREE-BEAN SALAD

Steam 1/2 lb. trimmed snow peas, 1/2 lb. trimmed snap peas and 2 cups shelled frozen edamame for 2 minutes. Cool by rinsing under cold water. Toss with 1 T(ablespoon) toasted sesame oil and 1 T soy sauce (reduced sodium). Sprinkle with 1 T sesame seeds.

Wise Words

September 5, 2014 – 4:19 pm |
Plato?

Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail – Ralph Waldo Emerson.

Quick Tip

September 5, 2014 – 4:16 pm |

Zen teaches that emotions are temporary. We should notice them come and go like clouds in the sky but not attach to them or get caught up in our own emotional dramas.