After several weeks waylaid by brain fog, I finally worked on my novel again yesterday. Hallelujah! It was only for an hour, but I cried happy tears…
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It’s been a hard week. My big-hearted, creative, generous, and hilarious aunt passed away after a long and miserable stretch of illness. The brain fog…
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This week, I read this stirring piece—“One Day I Couldn’t See Right. My Life Hasn’t Been the Same Since”—by journalist Frank Bruni. I felt like I could…
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I wrote this post for my new newsletter, Sit Spot. If you haven’t subscribed already, you can do so here. For those of you who have already subscribed…
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Dear Long-Hauling Friends, I couldn’t let the holiday season pass without saying ‘hello.’ So . . . hello! How are you? I mean that question for real. If…
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I’m home again after nearly two weeks in the Utah desert. I went to tell you what it was like—want you to sink into the serenity of slickrock, arches…
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I remember when my mom turned forty. We hung black streamers, donned black party hats, and pronounced her ‘over the hill’. She was so old. On November…
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Leaves are beginning to fall from the trees, yellow rain blown on the wind. Walnuts thunk to the ground. The season is changing, and my season is…
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In 14+ months of writing Corona Cafe, I’ve sent at least three emails that compare our lives to a story—one that we have the power to author. (You can…
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In the US today, there are shortages of nurses, ICU beds, and basic goods from glass to zippers. There is no shortage of anger. Like inflammation, anger…
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In the past eighteen months, I’ve learned to say ‘no.’ ‘No’ to the strenuous physical activity that I used to love. ‘No’ to sugar, to refined carbs, and…
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Since getting sick, I’ve had many conversations like this one: Friend: “How are you feeling lately?” Me: “More of the same, but it’s okay.” Friend: “No…
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