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This week has proved a sort of tipping point for me; I’ve almost been stunned into silence by the sheer lunacy of “celebrating” our country as it continues to plumb new depths of ignorance and cruelty. I’ve tried really hard over the past eighteen months to stay positive and strive to improve my little corner of the world, to keep my grief and outrage to myself, but the cognitive dissonance is overwhelming me lately. I feel a bit like a toy soldier who has wound all the way d

It was a tough couple of days: an eye infection that just would not quit; a heart wrenching conversation with someone I love; my estranged son’s birthday; an outing I’d been looking forward to canceled; a call to return to the dermatologist’s office “just to be safe”. I noticed myself preparing to shut down, to dish out some ice cream (or pour a glass of wine), get on the couch, and start the endless tape of old stories. Remembering that movement precedes motivation, I decide

Last week, I resolved to be more present and to work toward radical acceptance. Which means I’m noticing and naming things. This week’s big takeaway should come as no surprise: I’m much happier when my consumption of social media is minimal. I’d recently noticed that the time I spent online had inadvertently crept upward and set a vague intention to decrease it. And I did for the most part. Yet this week, when other things and people kept me too busy to spend much time overlo

From the collage exhibit at Boca Raton Museum of Art. Lack of proper attribution courtesy of my ADD. Last week, as my vacation ended, I articulated the ways in which I wanted to recalibrate my daily life by editing some things and incorporating more of others. This week, returning to “real life” after two weeks of deep relaxation, I’ve been a bit surprised to notice just how loud and distracting the chatter in my head can be. It might be my inner Judge Judy relitigating the p

A week in which I once again became a veterinary technician. The promised update on last week’s vomiting extravaganza is a good news/bad news one: my ten-pound titan has completely recovered from cholangitis (the nasty liver/gallbladder/bile duct infection that necessitated hospitalization and a temporary feeding tube) and now has pancreatitis. Which may or may not be (probably is) due to my exuberance, despite my inexperience, as a canine chef (a perfect example of the Dunn

Some years ago, after reading The Gift of An Ordinary Day , I became a fan of the writer Katrina Kenison. Her observations are both quiet and profound, and I loved that she was a humble, thoughtful person; reading her work felt like communing with a friend. Following her blog over the years, I found a lot that resonated as she shared about the changing seasons of her life. Last week she posted “You Can’t Have It All”: a meditation on things she could celebrate in an incredib