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Tomorrow I’ll celebrate yet another trip around the sun with the gratitude for my many blessings that has become the hallmark of my new life. In previous years, I’ve also used the milestone as an opportunity to reflect on the previous year, with an emphasis on all of the improvements I’ve made or the things I’ve accomplished. And, because I was rebuilding this phoenix from the ashes, I believe that approach served to encourage me and validate my hard work. Then. This year I f

A week in which I was bathed in an abundance of loving connection. Visits from far-flung friends, precious extra time with the CWP (silver linings!), chance encounters in the neighborhood and my daily rounds. Reminding me that there is an extra boost we get from nourishing ourselves with in-person connection. While this week’s boon was unplanned, it’s inspired me to make more of an effort in that regard.     Ways I Found Joy This Week Breakfasting (and usually laughing) eve

A week in which I was once again reminded:  of the crushing, recursive brutality of loving someone with a chronic illness; of the bitter disappointment when the sudden arrival of disaster follows a period of relative progress; of the amazing fortitude and grace necessary for endurance, unfair to expect from one so young. In crisis, the world shrinks to the moment, slowly expanding to the hour, or maybe the day, as things improve. And yet, there is always a scrap of joy to be

Thinking about being grateful to be on the mend and bulking up This begins my new “week in review” format. Herewith, the Isolation Edition. I’m happy to report that the patient  is steadily improving. Because he has a tube dangling from a hole in his neck (and because he is a menace), I’m unable to leave him. With the CWP  away on a dog sitting gig, this means I’m confined to the house. I’m finding it very reminiscent of quarantine : the dawning recognition that I’m captive,

It’s been a while since I wrote about books  that moved me or made me think (or both). Given my tendencies to read voraciously (sometimes to the detriment of getting other stuff done) and to immediately forget details, it takes a rare book to break through and leave its imprint on me. Here are the most recent ones to do so.   My Friends, by Frederik Backman. I love the author’s trademark quirky characters, and this book did not disappoint. A fun, poignant examination of the p

It’s been five years since I shared a list of books that I found singular in their wisdom and their ability to stimulate thought on what...