Category Archives: self image For me pottery and cooking are similar disciplines. I’m sure I’ve mentioned this before but for years I was a potter. I worked in a studio and spent hours a day sitting at a potters’ wheel making round things, and then changing them. I loved working on the wheel, I gave it up reluctantly. I […]  A year ago I embarked on something I called The Ugliness Project. Someone gave me a piece written by a young woman who was in terrible pain because she believed strongly in her own ugliness. In this moving essay she articulated every single feeling I’ve had about myself at one time or another, and though […]  The top of my Settlement Cookbook is imprinted with the phrase “The way to a man’s heart…” The full quote is ‘the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’ and is an old English proverb. I’m not sure how it happened, but all evidence to the contrary I stubbornly cling to this notion. […]  I had been looking for a place to live, to start my life over (once again) and as soon as I walked into the little house I started to cry. I hoped the people showing it to me wouldn’t notice. I did my best to hide my tears, I bent my head, and went out […]  From my bedroom window I see the town blanketed with a deep, fresh snow and I can’t imagine how I’m going to get my three-cylinder Geo Metro out of my steep driveway. As I float awake I remember I left the car parked on the street, so all I have to do is dig it […] |
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