(Note: if you missed the first post about spinning the year 2025 in yarns, here it is. Iโve given up, however, on the illusion of writing these post in anything like real time.)February was filled with the arts, and special moments of friendship. I read only a few books, since my calendar was chock full… Continue reading February’s yarns
It's been a while. In every area of my life, I've been trying to avoid answering the question "How are you?" and this blog has been no exception. The honest answer is that I'm not doing well, and I've run out of ways to navigate around saying that - to others, and to myself. I… Continue reading Treading water
We adopted you on a Tuesday. June 14, 2005. We'd seen your funny face on the website of the county animal shelter the night before, and you were just who we'd been looking for. Terrier mix #A1025967. I went to visit you first thing in the morning, and learned you'd recently been adopted out but… Continue reading In loving memory
About halfway through a recent long run, I was making my way slowly up an incline when another runner - much faster, stronger, and younger than I am - passed me on the left. During the brief moment that we were shoulder-to-shoulder, they looked over at me and said "You are so impressive!" It was… Continue reading Over the hill
ๆฐๅนดๅฟซไน and welcome, Year of the Metal Ox! The lunar new year began yesterday, the one time of the year that I reliably get a little new age-y, check my horoscope, and read way too much into what it tells me about what lies ahead. I've never gone in much for astrology, but the Chinese… Continue reading Inefficiency goals
Over the past few days, as we've been celebrating love in its varying forms, our hearts have been heavy. Our funny old dog Norma is beginning her inevitable physical decline, and we're contemplating those long-dreaded questions nearly everyone who shares their life with animals will face. And as anyone who knows Norma and the trials… Continue reading Look deeply
I’m a talker. Always have been, and now I do it for a living. I love music, and am an auditory learner. My laugh is always too loud. Noise is life, and vital. But I’m also surprisingly good at being quiet. I read silently in my living room every morning, go on long solo runs […]
Is there a song, a movie, a painting, a book, or some other piece of art that you can say with total confidence that you will never, ever tire of? Whose every note, word, or brushstroke is familiar, and that makes you feel ... something? In many of my dementia education programs, I encourage the… Continue reading And then I don’t feel so bad
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