Prevent brittle bones, just how much calcium should you be taking, in your diet and what supplements to take.
Read a spy novel about the Korean War with the expertise of a Tom Clancy novel, highly researched about an American air force pilot who is half Sioux Indian and half Russian, who eventually makes his way to the top of the Russian Air Force.
Then his daughter wrote three fictionalized memoirs “The Eve Chronicles” about Eve who moves west to work as a timber cruiser doing timber inventory in the Wallow Mts in eastern Oregon. She then moves to Gold Beach to care for an elderly man who needs a live in caregiver for the summer. He tells her many tales of his life when he worked for the notorious Al Capone in Chicago. Then she moves to Eugene and attends the Oregon Country Fair before going to Catalina Island to visit a former lover. Her caretaker stays behind living in a yurt in her back yard, he is in love with her but remains silent.
The Eve Chronicles is a story about a woman who moves west to Oregon to work in the Wallowa Mountains in eastern Oregon. Living in her tent with a group of mismatched, crew of foresters they survey some of the most remote locations near the notorious Hells River Canyon. The second book ‘Felix and Eve” is when Eve takes a job as a caregiver for an elderly man recovering from heart surgery. She spends the summer in the coastal town of Gold Beach and gets to know the crusty Felix who tells her of the time when he worked for Al Capone the gangster in Chicago. The third book. “The Arrangement” is a retired baby boomer living in Eugene who attends the Oregon Country fair, a hippie type Renaissance fair, and then she goes to spend the summer with a former lover on Catalina Island. Vinnie, her long time friend stays behind, living in his yurt in her back yard, is in love with her but remains silent. View Diane’s author page
I am a stranger but i love you just the way you are, looking at you standing out on your patio, you are beautiful, don’t change a thing. I know how hard your life can be at times and you are fighting a monster, what i call mental illness. Don’t let it destroy you, don’t resist. Learn to live with your monster. Assign places where he or she can live, like out on the patio, and when you are done with it you close the door. Sure you can still see them from inside . Then start to love that monster. I know it sounds ridiculous. But my story is that i worked 35 years with people with disabilities and I got Multiple Sclerosis, it forced my retirement at 53, i have severe nerve back pain, my right leg has paralysis in some of the muscles, i walk with cane,s walkers and sometimes in a wheelchair. I call my monster, MS, my dragon. He lives out in my back yard below the mulberry tree. He sometimes leaves for periods of time and sometimes he lurks in the dark. But i no longer allow him to make me feel sad. i could one day lose the ability to even move, and i know he will someday come inside and take me away and consume me. But until then i fight, i find distraction its the best medicine. Stay active, get some potted flowers out on the patio, a tomato plant. And stay active, it really helps. And take care of you, sleep well, be in the moment. Close the curtains on your monster and be without it. You will survive. There is so much you could do.
I turned to writing, i found my journals from the seventies and eighties and wrote and self published three novels, “The Eve Chronicles” by Diane DeVillers. If i wouldn’t have retired they never would have been written. I forced myself to forget about my monster. Try it. You are beautiful. And be around good, non-toxic people, if you are around some, dis-associate yourself with them. They suck you dry. Be comfortable with being alone.And love, heals all. From one stranger to another. I have followed you for awhile but was spending more time blogging about my book. Today i felt there was something someone posting that i could relate to. Stay awake, be, belong, present. Love yourself
Trigger warning for talk of suicide
I used to think that I would outgrow it.
I used to think it was just hormones. The same hormones that caused the constellation of angry red pimples on my face and back. The same hormones responsible for the dark, wiry hair between my legs and nearly unnoticeable A-cup-sized swell of my chest. I thought that once the hormones settled down, I would feel better. Normal. But even once I grew used to my new body, even once I hit my twenties and everything was supposed to level out, I still felt it. The same howling misery, the same blind, raging creature whose claws and teeth were sunk somewhere too deep to find, was still there.
I did not outgrow it.
I used to think that I would get better, if by getting better I meant being cured. I used to think that I would find the right combination of drugs and therapy…
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Heyyyyy I have a post up on The Toast which is SUPER EXCITING for me because The Toast is pretty much my FAVOURITE THING EVER. ALL CAPS.
It’s about gender and fairytales, which are two things that I’m pretty stoked about. Also, unlike 100% of the posts on this blog, I actually bothered to edit it and I come off sounding pretty smart and not too ranty. I don’t even think there are any swear words. You should check it out!
A brief excerpt:
“The Grimms’ deletion of all things sexy from the second edition could be taken as a sort of Teutonic prudery, but when we look at it in context with some of the other alterations, there begins to emerge a pattern of marginalization and disempowerment of women. Not only did they remove any mention of sex, the majority of it both consensual and premarital, but all sorts…
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