Normally, I feel like a healthy person. I run every day, I hike every weekend, I eat lots of fruits and vegetables, I seldom drink, and I like to avoid refined sugars. However, under periods of extreme stress, I use food as a security blanket. I go through massive swings where I either eat nothing at all, live on only coffee, or gorge myself on Goldfish, Cheez-Its, and popcorn. I know this is a problem, and that I should develop healthier ways to deal with stress. But when I feel like my life is spinning out of my control, I figure there’s no point in trying to control food; instead I just eat whatever I want and deal with the consequences (decreased energy and bad moods) later. Although I have been able to get other bad habits under control in the past, I have never been quite able to control my negative relationship to food when I am stressed.
As a proponent of hard work, I have always disliked band-aid solution diets and I’ve mistrust claims that one could “lose 5 pounds in 5 days.” Top of my list for things that seemed entirely foolish, was the juice cleanse—something I had never tried and thought was an overpriced sign of emotional and physical insecurity. Another thing I didn’t like about the idea of a juice cleanse is, well, the juice part. I don’t want to drink cold juice for two weeks straight. That’s a hard pill juice to swallow for someone who likes crunchy, salty snacks. But when I landed in the hospital after a protracted period of intense stress led me to careen downward into negative eating habits, I was confronted by my doctor with a stark reality: I needed to make an immediate change to my eating habits or face permanent internal damage to vital organs. continue reading >>
The National Women’s History Project has announced the theme for Women’s History Month 2014: Celebrating Women of Character, Courage & Commitment. This year’s honorees represent the vast number of ways that women have impacted and changed the course of American history. Thanks to the National Women’s History Project for gathering, coordinating and sharing this wealth of information—all the biographies below came from their hard work. continue reading >>
Do you have reservations?
Over the summer the store made a bit of push to get students to use our online tools: reserving their books online and such. It seems to have worked—perhaps too well in a way, observed a co-worker.
Not a week ago a student stood in front of me; “I’d like to get my books,”she said.
OK, no problem. I asked a little about what she was looking for but quickly understood it wasn’t a matter of what she was looking for (actually it was a little) but it was mostly she didn’t know she could simply go to the shelf to get the books she needed. continue reading >>
“The Catcher in the Rye is a BS book about some piss-ant kid.” This was just stated by a coworker of mine at The Literary Duck. The Catcher in the Rye by JD Salinger is one of my favorite books… ever. So, instinctually, I was a bit affronted (comforted somewhat by the fact the book has sold in the ballpark of 100 million copies, so I’m likely not alone in my high regard for the slender tome.) Popularity notwithstanding (we all know a lot of dross sells well in the world of entertainment), it all got me wondering: what else among my esteemed coworkers ranks tops on their bottom-lists? continue reading >>
I have a rich fantasy life. Most of my hours are whiled away with daydreams. I’ve been on bed rest with the flu for the past five days, so I’ve had plenty of time for fantasies of all sort (when I don’t have my head in a toilet or vomit bucket, that is). My main fantasies have been about my current love interest. I think I might actually be in love with him. I haven’t told him this because what if I tell him I love him, and he says he loves me, too, and then I realize I don’t love him anymore because I only want what I can’t have and as soon as I get what I want, I don’t want it anymore? What will I do then? No, it is far, far better for me to fantasize about my love interest than it is for me to actually tell him I would like to have lots of sex and babies with him. continue reading >>
My children are grown; the youngest will be 24 years old this year. They’re employed, independent, partnered, thinking about buying homes of their own. And yet, my bookshelves are still straining under the weight of the hundreds of children’s books we collected over the years of their growing up. So, I’ve decided this is the year I’m going to box up the books and put them in the attic, to save for eventual grandchildren. Really, I should have done this years ago, but I couldn’t quite let go. There are years of happy memories on those shelves.
It’s time, though. I want more room for my own books. I want to get rid of some old bookshelves. I want more space to quilt. I want to repaint. I had all of this in mind and had built up quite a head of steam for the project when I went to the store and bought bankers boxes and a fat black Sharpie to mark them.
I was ready. I was excited! continue reading >>
Love is sometimes a tricky thing to express. We couldn’t think of the right words to tell all of you how much we appreciate you, so we’re letting some of our favorite authors speak for us on the subject of love. If you want to share any of these gorgeous quotes with the loves in your life, all the better. Happy Valentine’s Day from the Literary Duck! continue reading >>
It’s Valentine’s Day, and you know what that means? It means the best restaurants are going to be booked and the movie theaters full, nixing both as possible settings for a romantic evening. Oh well, there are better things to do in the dark. As I’ve always been on the introverted side of the verts, I have no plans but a bubble bath. Candles, bubbles, and books—the perfect combination for a Valentine’s Day well done. Here are some reads that are well worth soaking with while the bubbles melt and the water cools. continue reading >>