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  • Brain fog

    Imagine the tulle fog hovering over the vast stretches of farmland, rolling onto the roads like a slow, heavy blanket. Imagine the traffic slowing and slowing.  A big piece of farm equipment, ahead in the road – a backup of lights. This is brain fog....
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  • The road to recovery

    What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger… Pain is weakness leaving the body…  Just do it, then do more… As a reluctant athlete, I’ve heard it all. Each has its place in motivation, but none really works for the reluctant athlete, the overweight, the under-exercised,...
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  • So you want to go Paleo?

    Once upon a time, 10,000 years ago or so, homo sapiens roamed the planet and it’s assumed, they were often in calorie deficit or hungry. These roaming, moving bands of humans were likely agile, fit , athletic and versatile. Never mind that moving and hunting...
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  • Meditation on les saboteurs

    Inside my head I have a Catholic saboteur. She is part nun, part Father Flack. This saboteur tries to frame the simplest things in terms of worthiness, even lunch. When I sit at the table with something as simple as a sandwich, she says, “Let...
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  • Where’s the Christian compassion for migrant children?

    The political dissonance of far-right-Christians is at an all-new high. It isn’t all Christians. It’s the one’s who preach Jesus but live like Ted Haggard. Can you believe the venomous church-goers yelling at children to go home? I am talking about the Orange County Christians...
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  • A reflection on caregiving and dementia, Part 1

    My vibrant mom masked her dementia for as long as she could. She was cheery, had good phone skills, was charming and disarming. Social skills are often one of the last skills to go for the dementia patient. While mom was mainly pleasant in social...
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  • Washing down the windows

    I am washing down the windows; the same ones my mother helped me with last year. The windows are glorious, double paned, large, and look out upon the free form garden, the pool, large kadota figs that hang like fertile men, and red hummingbird feeders...
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  • Parents are hilarious teachers

    My friend Kate Laddish tells a story of not believing her mom’s advice to wear green on St. Paddy’s day and the pinching that ensued.  She didn’t believe her mom, not after the previous year’s unicorn in the garden story on April Fool’s Day.  Kids...
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  • Dementia and aging, part 1

    One of the things people don’t know about dementia is the person’s ability to fool you.  Social graces, humor, flirtation, and incredulity are all part of their crafty skills. They “seem” fine.  How one can have dementia and yet have social graces has to do...
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