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“Mi rifiuto di vivere una vita senza di me.” I think we’re all feeling like our lives have been turned upside down and put through the wringer, the minutes tic by at an anguishing pace, and at times I feel isolated from my own life. The one I made assumptions about, took for granted, compartmentalized […]

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This is not one of my proudest moments, but I’m willing to humble myself, and share the whole sordid tale for the sake of entertainment. You’re welcome. I’m thinking we could use a break from all the seriousness that surrounds us. The day began with the predictability of a pandemic, you know what I mean, […]

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I said to Larry, “Honey, what would we grab if we had to evacuate?” Larry says, “We’re not evacuating?” “I know but what would we take if we only had minutes to decide?” I get the look, he says, “my wallet.” “What about our wedding album? “How about we just grab the dog?” Many friends […]

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It’s as if the world has taken a timeout, life is moving at a slower pace, yet it’s more complicated than ever. I do appreciate the opportunity to hear my own thoughts, but they’re imbued with so much anxiety, it’s both a blessing and a curse. Have you ever found yourself entangled in this sticky […]

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Do you hear what I hear? Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock…is this a cultural construct or the work of medieval religious institutions who wanted to regulate daily prayers, rest, and work schedules? Well, let me just say not much has changed. I feel regulated much of the time, not just by clocks, but my […]

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I love to sleep. As Ernest Hemingway so eloquently claims, “my life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?” For example, just this morning, before I opened my eyes, I received a facetime call from my daughter Julie (I’m at the lake, she’s in the Bay Area house), and the image […]

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Family update, not that you asked, but I’m just getting over my PTS from last week, and I could use a little support from things that don’t slither or build webs. Even gratuitous interest is welcome. Something I knew, but conveniently forgot, three-year-olds scream. A lot. It’s sort of an ear-piercing howl that lingers in […]