Monthly Archives: May 2016

Anxiety is like the Murder Button on the cat: Nobody knows where it is or why it goes off

LAST NIGHT I dreamed I lived in a cardboard doll house and didn’t know it was a doll house, or that it was cardboard. The clock by the bed said 4:14, Happy Thanksgiving, and then in the dream, I realized … Continue reading

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Life’s too short to get yourself get scalded in the water you your ownself jumped right into

SO YEAH, IT’S not going so great around here, and I’m feeling like the frog who willingly jumped (after much coaxing) into the pot of cool water, happily being spoon-fed the juicy insects of choice. Just doing the back stroke … Continue reading

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“Let me know if I can help” is no help at all-*how to help when you don’t know how to help*

THE ONLY THING we really have in absolute common is that we were born, and we are going to die. Getting the news that there’s a timeline to the dying part is devastating. It is numbing, depressing, and makes me … Continue reading

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Read to your sister: How siblings from the *same* family turn out so differently

MY SISTER’S NOT doing well. And I’ll spare you all the details of what’s wrong, and how my family is dealing with it (a different reaction from each person, and one I’d like to strangle), last night I did what … Continue reading

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Kick Ass First Five Pages: Like a Cat–ruthless, with a little bit of butt-wiggling

EVER WATCH A cat take down its prey? Felines¬†notice everything, all at once, and singularly¬†focus on the task at hand *or paw, as the case may be.* A complete and utter widening of the eyes, muscles completely still, except the … Continue reading

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A little faith. And a lot of hard work: How a garden is like writing a book

MY FIRST GARDEN. And no, it’s not a hobby–it’s kinda just one more chore, which is basically an errand, and you know how I feel about errands. And it’s like writing–I resist, procrastinate and then finally just do it. And … Continue reading

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Writing the Wind: Capturing memories of aging loved ones, military or not–just in time for Memorial Day

  I SPENT MOST of the day with a 93-year-old man yesterday, asking him questions I wish I’d asked The Colonel. Remember, every old person used to be a young person, and there’s a lot to learn . . . … Continue reading

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