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Preparation Is Key I knew this chrysalis stage was going to be rough, as if tackling pubescence in your fifties, but I have to admit the unrelenting … My Concept of Beauty Is Aging Well To my readers, I’m traveling this week, visiting my oldest son. So I’m posting an essay I wrote for Navigating […]

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It rained for about three minutes today, if you have anything that resembles a life, you may have missed it. I watched every glorious second, gave praise and thanks, then went back to writing. Which I admit, looks a lot like I’m lounging in bed in my pajamas, playing on the computer, avoiding life. It’s […]

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The Guest House, by Rumi This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they are a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat […]

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Warning, this post contains impolite language, do not read out loud if children are present. “Who is more to be pitied, a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say?” Kurt Vonnegut [obviously the policemen] I know things are bad when it takes me three […]

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So glad you asked. Larry yells from his office, “Cheryl, come check this out.” I yell back from my room, “Kinda busy.” The thing is I made the piss poor decision, for better or for worse, to clean out my closet right smack in the middle of all the Christmas hubbub. I still have shopping, […]

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I wasn’t going to belabor the death of my dog in yet another emotional post. I really wasn’t. But some strange force, not the least bit concerned about overanalyzing personal tragedy in a public forum, took over, and I didn’t have the strength to fight it. The thing is you don’t have to publish everything […]

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I’m reading Ernest Hemingway’s The Old Man and the Sea, alongside Joan Anderson’s A Year by the Sea, after recently finishing Ann Patchett’s Pulitzer Prize Finalist novel The Dutch House.  What a twisted reading experience if there ever was one, but then again, it’s the beginning of my new life, half of me is enmeshed […]

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I’ve come to believe the gift of storytelling is our most evolved attribute as a species, the heritage of humanity if you will, but the truth is our most powerful stories often come about as a result of something tragic. They emerge unexpectedly, as if Moses from a basket in the river of time, swaddled […]