Doctors: How do you best help patients? Try asking questions.

In the early 2000s on the Hawaiian island of Oahu, a healthcare group was having trouble improving health outcomes for certain populations of native peoples. The problem they were trying to solve was not unique – this population of native peoples tended to be obese, have high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and died young –Continue reading “Doctors: How do you best help patients? Try asking questions.”

On not being allowed to love.

My earliest memories start around three or four. In one, I have climbed up a wooden fence, trying to balance my weight against the top while I reach out to feed a neighbor’s horse, that I have named Cow, a piece of my apple. In another, I am wandering down the street back toward ourContinue reading “On not being allowed to love.”

I watched the bullshit documentary What the Health so you don’t have to.

TL:DR – this goddamn documentary kept me in a state of rage for about 30% of the thing, rolling my eyes for another 45%, and mumbling “fine, whatever, that’s valid” to myself for the other 25%. I’ve yet to find a nutrition documentary that I think accurately represents the topic because Do-Your-Own-Research-Because-Every-Human-Body-Needs-Specific-Kinds-of-Fuel-and-You-Must-Learn-Whats-Best-For-Yours wouldn’t sell. TheseContinue reading “I watched the bullshit documentary What the Health so you don’t have to.”

My justice is more important than yours.

Mitch McConnell, ol’ wax turtle lookin’ ass himself, is one of the major supporters of the Special Diabetes Program, a critical program that provides $150 million annually for type 1 diabetes  research at the National Institutes of Health. One great action. Check. He also just struck down the call to get a special prosecutor or independent commissionContinue reading “My justice is more important than yours.”

We create these broken families.

I’m not a parent, but I am the big sister of a kid whose dad walked out on him when he was a baby so I got used to him accidentally calling me mom. I was twelve and a half when he was born. It was a few weeks before Thanksgiving of 1999. He looked like an alien,Continue reading “We create these broken families.”

On heartbreak.

A few caveats before we go into this: 1) I’m fine. I’m not writing this from a place of current pain. It’s just something I’ve wanted to put on ‘paper’ for a while. 2) To the person who was involved, we are absolutely good. Life is an amazing teacher and I’m grateful for all ofContinue reading “On heartbreak.”

It’s just sex.

There tend to be two ways that young women are taught to think about sex. I’d argue that neither is correct. They are: Don’t. Protect your virtue. I mean… it’s your decision. Obviously. But *shrug* do you REALLY want to be known as *that* girl? Do you want people to talk? I mean, I’m justContinue reading “It’s just sex.”

13 months without health insurance: a pre-existing condition nightmare

By now, you’ve heard that two nights ago, while the country slept, the Senate voted against measures that would keep key provisions of the Affordable Care Act in place. I believe this is short-sighted and dangerous, potentially leading to millions of Americans losing their healthcare coverage. I chose to write to my local congressional representative, andContinue reading “13 months without health insurance: a pre-existing condition nightmare”

Fathers be good to your daughters.

My dad’s name was Rick Jones. He married my mom when she was 18. I think he was 29. Or 27. Older than her at least, in a way that makes me wonder about the much older men that I dated when I was too young to do so, and why they didn’t put theContinue reading “Fathers be good to your daughters.”

In which I shrink myself.

I am not a physically small person. I’m 5’9″, towering six inches above the world’s average woman. My shoulders are broad and strong, my hips wide, my thighs solid and touching on the inside. I wear a size 10 shoe. I am muscular, dense. Unfeminine? I am not a mentally small person. I speak with conviction. I am a voraciousContinue reading “In which I shrink myself.”