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This is my site Written by Alex on March 10, 2014 – 11:12 am   

I’ve been busy lately. Not here (sorry sorry sorry), but in other places. I am a good ways through my novel, The End of Celebrity, and grinding on it almost every day. Additionally, I applied for the Amtrak Residency program. It’s up to five days on a train to do nothing but ride and write. Sounds like a good opportunity, especially to talk to people and connect with them about the themes in my book , get out and see this beautiful, and let it all sift into a better, more focused place.

I’ve also been writing for the wonderful people at asweetlife.org. I am doing blogs on a semi-regular basis and have also done some stories about the cure for type 1 and other things. Take a stroll around the new content and feel free to let me know what you think.

Because I’m a diabetic, I forget that syringes really freak people out.

The tragic death of Philip Seymour Hoffman reminded me of this. When he died I was stunned. I called friends and family for help in getting my mind around the fact that he was dead. That he OD’d on heroin made his death seem more shocking. Then I read stories about how he was found with a needle in his arm. In many articles that image was considered more disturbing and off-putting than the very fact of his death. However, for me that image finally grounded his death in reality.

It took absolutely no effort to picture the needle… (Read more here.)

, my father and I were at a party when he inadvertently taught me a valuable lesson about dealing with “helpful” people. As a diabetic I run into a lot of helpful people; by which I mean strangers and acquaintances who eagerly provide me with free yet priceless advice on how to live with diabetes.“You have the diabetes? My aunt had that.”

“Oh yeah.”

“You don’t need to have it. My aunt, she cured herself.”

“Did she now?”

“Celeries.

“Excuse me?”

“From celery.”

“I see.” (Read more here.)

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