@terrific I credit my extreme storm phobia to going to college south of Wichita and watching the big storm take out Hayes and parts of Wichita back in 1991. I really, really hope nothing at all happens while you guys are there, and that the weather is gorgeous and soft and springlike and beautiful.
@harebell Plus, it's somebody local or from close by, standing in the middle of a neighborhood that looks like it got carpet-bombed. Reporters, like anybody else, are only human. Even the most seasoned interviewer is going to be overwhelmed when they see something like Moore, and ask questions that sound kinda stupid.
On Chia Seeds
@Vera Knoop This.
Oh, MAN. That Prince number gave me goosebumps.
Anybody else here who loved "War For The Oaks" will know what I mean when I say that That Man Cannot Possibly Be Human.
@thatgirl Anecdotally, um, no.
@Rubyinthedust I'm not desensitized, I just really really REALLY hate sweet beer. Boyfriend The Brewer will drink anything, pretty much, as long as it's not bad, but I prefer very dry beers.
It's okay. If hops are declared passe, there'll be more triple IPA for us.
I am 43, about to turn 44, and I have two things to say:
1. Being 25 gets much easier when you're 40.
2. It is SO COOL that I get to hang out with such smart, insightful, together people, no matter their ages.
I work with a lot of people who have neurological disorders of one sort or another. Some of them are congenital, some are acquired. I am the often the first person who's ever brought up sex without being asked--whether it's somebody with a brand-new stroke, or somebody who was born with neurofibromatosis.
Your mom is my hero. This piece, no joking, made me cry.
One of the things that we forget about when we talk about people who are disabled/different in one way or another is the need for sex, and closeness, and that basic human connection.
Going to go sob now. Thanks, Mara's Mom.
@katiemcgillicuddy That's like a hockey David Tennant. Obviously I have been missing out.
I've eaten amaranth *greens,* which you can forage around here, but never the seed. Amaranth greens are dark green with purple veins when you cook them, and taste like less-bitter spinach. My amazing boyfriend, who is the forager, cooks 'em with olive oil and tosses them with tiny cubes of roasted acorn squash, thus making the best food ever.