A Canadian from the mountains, who has lived on four different coastal shores in the past 15 years, has now landed in the English countryside. It is here that I take the accumulation of life to date: a mixture of sex, alcohol, yogic philosophy and fat acceptance activism, and apply the lessons I have learned to my daily life.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Ripe
The pears are falling off the trees.
The apples turn a bright red that is caught in the corner of your eye when you walk through the orchards. And after 6 months of anxiety over poor user instruction... our green house is finally built. All that is left is to have our baby.
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