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The smudged living room window is in desperate need of cleaning, but I ignore that and squint through a haze of thick smoke at a seemingly endless expanse of blue. I can not see a hint of my beloved mountain which I know lies just beyond the fog, my hand restlessly reaching for my iPhone, […]

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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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The phone rings. It’s a face-time call from my daughter Julie. As I slide my finger over the pulsating arrow, a broken angel comes into view. I say, “oh no, did this one end up in a squabble too?” “Mom, are you attached to this angel?” It’s been living on my mantle for about twenty […]

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You might think you have everything figured out, you’re batting a thousand, then life throws you a curveball, and no matter how fast or slow it comes at you, you have to decide in a split second how you’re going to manage the play. I tend to bunt. I used to think nothing will ever […]

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“Come closer, I want to show you something,” my hands are cupped and I’m leaning down towards a gaggle of unruly grandkids. They gather around, excited, pointing, reaching towards my hands. “What is in there Grammie?” “I want to see.” “Show us.” I make a big show of it, moving slowly, building the anticipation with […]

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  I’ve been struggling to write a post this week, because I believe this is a time for me to be silent, to listen, and learn, but I also believe the only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men (women) do nothing (attributed to Edmund Burke). I’ve been a student of […]

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“How you doing?” I asked my Mom this question at the beginning of almost every call, or visit, and her answer was always the same. “I’m fine,” even in her final days. This was not a conversation, it was a pattern, our pattern. I knew she was not fine. She knew she was not fine. […]

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  Can I tell you about my day? Good, because if I don’t let it out it’s going to escape in some other form, and at my age excessive flatulence is unbecoming. By midday I had written extra strength Tylenol on the grocery list three times. Most of you will agree, sheltering in place is […]

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Have you ever played with a pill bug? You know the ones that curl up into a ball and you can roll them around the palm of your hand. I loved them as a kid, they seemed mysterious, and the idea that they could instantly create this protective shell was intriguing to my younger self. […]