How to Naturally Treat Minor Burns

In the past two weeks, I've accidentally burned myself twice, the second time just yesterday. Yet surprisingly, I'm pain free, and the burn on my palm is not even visible today.

A week ago, I rushed as I tried to get my coconut spice biscuits out of the oven. My fingers knocked against the grating, and I received a small but painful burn on one knuckle.

Yesterday, I lifted a bowl of chicken from the microwave, and some hot juice splashed on my hand. I had a lovely red splotch on my palm. But within a few hours, the redness was fading, and the pain, once biting, was barely noticeable.

Pizza Party

I've been dying to share a recipe on this blog, and finally! I took photos as I came up with this last one.

The other day, I saw a billboard for a major pizza chain, and my mouth instantly watered for the bread and cheesy goodness. Mom and I discussed what we'd need to make our own improv pizza, and afterwards I promptly forgot about my desire to make one. I was therefore pleasantly surprised, after Mom went to the store yesterday, when I found goat cheese and tomato paste among the grocery bags.

And now I happily share this egg, grain, and gluten-free pizza. It tastes exactly like regular pizza; I could hardly believe it when I first tasted it. I almost cried. Really. I haven't had pizza in over two years.

Fooling Myself

Yesterday morning I woke up disappointed.

As a writer, I had set a goal to finish my current work's first manuscript by then, the first of June.  Having only 20% of it completed, I would never finish it in time.  Especially since Mom and I were due to travel.

We hitched up the Bub and started for the park we'd stay at next.  As we passed blooming purple red buds and budding spring-green trees along the highway, I suddenly laughed aloud.

Bitter & Sweet

Just like many things in life, molds are not created equally. Each, and their mycotoxins, have their own unique smells.

There is a sweet mold, or mycotoxin, which smells like perfume, but I know for a fact it's not. It's like a fancy casket to me. It's a light scent and easily dissipates with fresh air. Of all the toxic scents I encounter, it's the most common.

Another is what I call 'baby-powder mold.' It has thick smell very similar to the white substance. Sometimes I wonder if it's not mold but actually baby powder or some other beauty product. It's not as common as the perfume one, but I still smell it on a regular basis.

Finally: the nightmare mold.

Freak Out! (Part 3 of 3)

Part One and Part Two

~*~

Winter has almost passed with weather mostly balmy and luminous. I'm amazed at how alive I feel and how far I've come in physical energy. When we entered the Bub in late May of 2013, a good day involved simply getting out my pajamas. Now a good day is traveling three or four hours to a new campground and still having the energy to write.

Writing is interrupted, however, when water seeps from its designated pathways. Or, in the case of the fourth water leak, floods.

The black water (the stinky tank) was full on a chilly February night, and Mom nor I realized it. We also didn't realize that, unlike all the other faucets which drain into the grey water, the bathroom sink drains into the black tank.

The bathroom faucet was left dripping.

Freak Out! (Part 2 of 3)

Part One

~*~ 

Summer passed in a warm and wonderful blur. My energy returned a little every day, and I was able to write more than half of my long-imagined novel. Best of all, no water issues.

Then reality happened.

In August, Mom announced that once September fell we'd travel to the Airstream factory in Ohio.

"Why?" I asked.

"There's another leak."

Freak Out! (Part 1 of 3)

Okay, actually, let's not. But I have been on the verge of a break down several times since we got the Bub.