This is not a story of regret or repentance. It’s a story about how everything worked out perfectly.
Fifteen years ago in the early summer of 2004, I got pregnant and chose to have an abortion. The reasons are many, but the only one that really matters is that I wanted to decide my future instead of malfunctioning birth control deciding it. As a modern-day human, it was very important to me to have a family of my choosing with the person of my choosing at a time of my choosing.
That spring, I had just moved to Seattle from Portland, Oregon for my dream job at Microsoft. At first, I had a very hard time meeting new people and making friends, so I joined a softball team and signed up on Match.com. Continue reading “The Poetry of My Abortion Story”
Column 118 – Many things, but mostly my aching hips at 4-months postpartum, led me to a carnivorous trial diet. I went from veg-heavy SAD, to “Eat Meat, Drink Water.” Here’s what happened in the first two weeks.
Normally, I wouldn’t share anything like this after such a short time, but two weeks into a new way of eating and I’m excited enough about the healing I’m experiencing that I want to talk about it. Continue reading “My Hips Led Me Here”
Several times over the past week I sat down to write about the serious topics at hand and it just didn’t work. I thought I was ready, and I am, but life as it tends to do had other plans.
When it comes to writing, I’ve learned not to force it. It’s no good if I do. The words will come when they’re ready. When conditions are right. Like the weather. Or spring blooms. Or a good bowel movement.
“Mom, why is there poop on the carpet?” the six-year old asked loudly. Continue reading “Surrounded”
Kellie Knight Receives NAMI Media Award
At nearly nine-months pregnant, I recently made the 8-hour trip to Minneapolis/St. Paul to stand before an amazing group of people and nervously stammer out a Thank You speech. NAMI Minnesota (National Alliance on Mental Illness) chose my series on mental health in rural America written earlier this year for its Media Award. Continue reading “An Honor and a Privilege”
I feel the need to catalog these and may just go back further to do so. We all need a boost from time to time; I don’t want to forget the kind people who took a few moments to offer encouragement along the way.
From the March 6th, 2018 issue of the Warroad Pioneer
I woke to the gentle alarm of wind chimes. The wind had come up, and the sun was well into its morning journey. It had been another rough night. Dreams woke me. My bladder woke me. My very sleep position woke me. Continue reading “N=1”
I don’t know what to do next on this health journey.
Food addiction is real. And I’m currently not making any headway on breaking mine.
I don’t have what people would normally call an “eating disorder.” But what I’m learning is that most of us truly do have a food addiction. And we can’t help it. In the name of capitalism, our whole food system in the US is stacked against us, from addictive substances being added to packaged foods en masse, to the horrors of massive slaughter houses, to fresh produce being the most costly purchase in a grocery store.
It’s a sad, sorry state of affairs. And my belly pays the price. (Not to mention my self-worth and overall physical health.) Continue reading “I’m Scared. And Confused. And Distrustful.”