by Heidi Fischbach | Mar 26, 2011 | Minding my life, Open Letters
My soft friend, I feel hard, hard like a rock-hard. Cynical and paranoid like poker-faced border guards eyeing your passport, suspicious like security officials patting you down, their calloused hands rough, impervious to your tender. I feel envious-hard of the people... by Heidi Fischbach | Jan 2, 2006 | Open Letters
Happy New Year, dear friends. It is with a sense of joy and anticipation of surprise that I greet you and the new year on this first day of 2006. The desire to write and connect with you has been gurgling inside me. This afternoon, walking through the Parc La Fontaine... by Heidi Fischbach | Mar 11, 2005 | Open Letters
This is about food. It’s about body. It’s about control and lack thereof. It’s also about wanting to connect. It’s about wanting to be known. It’s about wanting to be able to talk about things we tend to hide. The Geneen Roth thing worked many years ago, when, after a...
