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July 2017

What the Health

Last night, I watched What the Health, a documentary about the state of American health and the American diet. It was well worth watching. I’ve been a vegetarian for 17 years. I quit eating animals when I discovered how meat was produced in this country; back in the early aughts, the plight of factory-farm animals was still well-hidden and not part of the public conscience. I was completely shocked when I stumbled onto a book at the library and learned all about the abuse that animals suffered, and I realized it was quite hypocritical of me to be a devoted dog lover while also scarfing chicken salad for lunch. I became a vegetarian in a single day. It shouldn’t be surprising that there are serious health benefits to eliminating animal products from one’s diet (I don’t eat dairy, either…but I do occasionally bake with eggs and cook them.) Or maybe it IS surprising, given the fact that the government is in bed with every single animal-product industry, and even our “health organizations” like the American Diabetes Association promotes the consumption of dairy and meat, even though consumption of each are well-documented via studies to increase a person’s chances for getting…

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Reminiscing

I went to Italy for the first time seven years ago this month. It’s hard to believe that much time has passed. Since then, I’ve married and had two beautiful little boys (one was a twinkle in the eye of my then-boyfriend and me on that trip, where we decided that when we got home, we would move in together and get pregnant. How impossible and far away that seems now!). I’ve written a novel that, alas, did not sell, and am nearly finished with a second novel. I’ve published piles of essays and gone to Italy a second time, this time with my husband and sons. I’ve kept meeting with my writing group for all of those seven years. I’ve made new friends. Life has marched along, full of its dramas and tragedies. But…Florence will always always hold a special place in my heart. I went with friends, to a creativity conference, when I was still coming to terms with the idea of just wanting to be a writer. The air is different in Florence. It is somehow both light and intense, lemony and astringent and concentrated. It smells of dust, and of the Arno, which is an unpleasant…

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