8 Ways Minimalism changed my life (and how it might do the same for you)

Nearly eight years since my mother’s death, I have moved three large plastic tote boxes, trunks really, of her journals and a few odds and ends that I couldn’t emotionally, much less physically, deal with. Thus, much like itching around a healing flesh wound indicates a healing process, my increasing irritation and wanting to sort through those boxes seems to be a sign that my grief is healing. Christine’s most recent blog could not have come at a better time!

It's just me

A cutting from my sweet neighbour, Kelly, has grown into this beauty

Forget all about the “lifestyle” instagram worthy pics of minimalism. That’s not what I’m writing about here. It’s not about having an almost empty house, or being surrounded by white walls, a couple of baskets and a Monstera plant. Minimalism is different for different people – though I do have a Monstera plant and I love it! Just sayin’. No shame!
For me, minimalism is a practice, like an art practice, and it has provided contentment, deepened my appreciation of so much, and has helped my mental wellbeing. During these tough pandemic days, that’s been huge!

Here’s how it’s done that and might do the same for you:

1) Less stress and more calm. Less stuff means less stress. There is science behind that. Evidence shows that a cluttered environment can be stress inducing. Something as simple as…

View original post 1,033 more words

fulsome

Sesquiotica

It’s a trap.

It’s a Barmecide feast, a Potemkin village. It’s like internecine, comprise, meretricious, or one of Benjamin Lee Whorf’s “empty” gasoline drums. If you go by what it looks like, even by what you’ve seen other people treat it as, you will end up in Fulsome Prison.

Because we want it that way.

Does it look like it is made from full (meaning ‘full’) plus the same some that you get on awesome, quarrelsome, adventuresome, bothersomefearsome, and lonesome? I’m sorry to have to tell you that you are one hundred percent correct. That is exactly where it comes from.

So it means something like ‘plentiful’, right? “Fulsome praise” is like “effusive praise”?

Heh.

Yes, it does. Historically. I can open any dictionary and it will confirm that that is a sense you can use it for. But if…

View original post 675 more words

Is it possible that chocolate milk actually saved Andrew Scheer’s son’s life?

1535388105203.jpg.7d7329937df4a921d1efba38efab8b6a

The other evening I was alerted to the latest absurdity in politicizing things that should not be politicized by an Instagram story posted by a fellow RD (thanks Pamela). I promptly went on a rant to my poor boyfriend and the fetus who made a valiant effort to escape my rage by pushing through my belly. This is precisely why I’m taking a break from twitter. It took some deep breaths and a chapter of a book to calm me down enough to go to sleep. So, now I’m going to dredge it all up and rant to you.

Okay, so this is probably old news by the time you’re reading this but I still need to get it all out. Did you see the utterly absurd news story about the esteemed federal Conservative leader Andrew Scheer speaking at the Dairy Farmers’ of Canada annual meeting? If not, you can

View original post 501 more words

The Radical Copyeditor’s Style Guide for Writing About Transgender People

Looking forward to a day when this guide is obsolete and redundant.

Radical Copyeditor

Introduction (Read This First)

A style guide for writing about transgender people is practically an oxymoron. Style guides are designed to create absolutes—bringing rules and order to a meandering and contradictory patchwork quilt of a language. Yet there are no absolutes when it comes to gender. That’s why this is a radical copyeditor’s style guide. Radical copyediting isn’t about absolutes; it’s about context and care.

There are profound reasons for why the language that trans people use to describe ourselves and our communities changes and evolves so quickly. In Western culture, non-trans people have for centuries created the language that describes us, and this language has long labeled us as deviant, criminal, pathological, unwell, and/or unreal.

As trans people have fought for survival, we have also fought for the right to describe ourselves in our own language and to reject language that criminalizes, pathologizes, or invisibilizes us. Just as there…

View original post 2,667 more words

Stepping Back, Moving Forward

I could not have written this any better, so I will simply, with huge gratitude to Ruth, reblog!

The Word by Ruth Knox

Let us be brave, and live brave lives.  Simple statement, enormous rewards.

When I was a small girl of about five or six, I began to suffer from  night terrors.  My poor parents, exhausted with their full time jobs and the weighty business of raising five kids, scarcely had the time
or energy to deal with a sensitive child like me.  My benevolent older sister held me tight sometimes to give me some sense of security in the hopes that I would be able to sleep, but eventually even her eyelids grew heavy and she drifted off.  What ensued, what always followed was a long night in the dark, the soft sounds of everyone sleeping around me, shadows playing menacingly on the walls, and doorknobs turning  by invisible hands.  It was then that I learned what my own heartbeat sounded like, pounding up in my throat, body taught, hands gripping…

View original post 470 more words