Commencing countdown: A MOUTHFUL OF CANDY, or, PUSSYCAT

I’ve re-written and re-approached this story several times; it was pitched to me by a producer who wanted badly to make a movie about zines.  We were both very happy with how the script turned out, however, it was never filmed, and since then, I’ve often tried to re-angle it without the zinester element.  Now, …

Days Without Sugar: Day 21, Again

Winter can have it’s downer days; after a frigid, pre-dawn morning shivering in my boots (two-sizes big, to accommodate multiple wool socks), no siren song sings so loudly or so appealingly as a hot chocolate and some donuts, or a package of peanut butter pirate cookies, or, lucking out, a fancy reduced-price cake found in …

Days without sugar: 69, dude!

A friend texted me last night to ask, “Why are you doing this?”, and, my Friendly Neighborhood Passerby Encouragement Cheerleader Carrie dropped by another (beautifully printed) card for the holidays, also including a few questions and her email. Why: Because I am was a slave, to sugar and the sugar industry, and I realized why …

I Adore My 64

I’ve gone more than 2 months without (hardly) any processed or refined sugar. I’ve eaten two, quite small, sweet gifts to be polite, and ultimately, I actually didn’t even dig the tastes that much. They were overly and synthetically sweet. For a cat who used to pour a half cup of white sugar on a …

Days Without Sugar: Day (Fantastic) 44

On my bathroom mirror, it says: “How am I not who I want to be?“* I received a big shock this week which bolstered my desire and determination to change my eating habits: I read through some journal entries, and from mentions of interest in Barack Obama, they date to months before November 2008.  Every …