Here’s what you (the reader) and me (the author) know about me (the narcissist) after 4+ years of ingesting eatingatme content: I’m consistently inconsistent. I’m often unsettled but work diligently to live a positive life. I over think. Some may say I over share. (Fuck you, haters.) My potty mouth’s a passion. So’s my sarcasm. […]Read More 716
I consider myself lucky. I’ve been in love five times in my life. Punched in the gut, sweet Jesus is-this-for-real, gasping for air agape-eros-philia heaven. Vastly different journeys. Thankful for each. I’ve experienced intense professional satisfaction. Goals achieved that prompted my inner outside voice to yell “I DID THIS!” Work that served others while filling […]Read More Passion Play
I’m an only child by birth but that’s where my oneness ends. For over 40 years, I’ve adopted siblings – some my blood relatives, most not – and created a family that is heart-focused, smart, formidable, diverse, and stunning. This tribe, consisting of approximately 60 people, has saved my life, taught me about commitment, proven […]Read More Sisters From Other Misters, Brothers From Other Mothers
“But nobody wants to hear this tale The plot is clichéd, the jokes are stale And baby we’ve all heard it all before Oh, I could get specific but Nobody needs a catalog With details of love I can’t sell anymore” ~Aimee Mann, “Invisible Ink” My mother knew when I was bullshitting; her intensity kept […]Read More March 10
February marks four years of play on eatingatme. This fact didn’t register until generic congratulatory messages via LinkedIn forced my hand to pay it some mind. “Happy anniversary, you hot mess.” This is what I read every time I received a new ping. Prior to my stint in Sweden, I viewed eatingatme as yet another […]Read More Skål!
I’m just about to head to Helsingborg to take a train to Copenhagen. I leave for the U.S. today. My thoughts and emotions are flying chaotically but now isn’t the time to craft a lengthy post about that. However, I don’t want to leave Sweden without saying the following: Thank you for saving me. I’m […]Read More I Love Sverige (Upon Leaving)
Winter is alive and well in Åstorp. The neighborhood looks like a scene from a children’s mythology book, driving the point home: THIS – Sweden – is the real deal. Nothing fabricated, duplicated, or imitated. I’ve been overwhelmed by the history of the country. Helsingborg is, and likely will be, the largest city in Sweden […]Read More I Love Sverige (Part Two of Many)