I worry. A lot. It’s not my fault, really. It’s in my genes. When it comes to anxiety, my family has the market cornered. If you ever need someone to worry about the sun coming up tomorrow, give me a ring… or my dad, aunt,...
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In July I’m going to be 59. It’s just a number to me, other than having to deal with the random aches and pains that come up a bit more frequently these days. Except for one fact: My dad had a massive heart attack when...
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I think my “inner being” is dying. It no longer communicates with me. When this first occurred, I found that it meant big trouble for my physical outer being. It seems that the two are connected; interlaced like a vine through a tree. For simplification,...
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On Memorial Day, we (hopefully) pause to honor those who’ve served our country, in particular, those whose lives were cut short in a visible way. Like returning home in a body bag. Or not at all. Thankfully, most returned home in relatively better shape, scarred...
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Nothing, and I mean nothing in my 20s would have prepared me for 47. Yesterday, I found myself standing in line at the checkout stand behind many clever-looking older hipsters at the Co-op in Davis. I was in work slacks, slick shoes, my hair down,...
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Oh, horror of horrors — the damned test is positive. I neatly lined it up next to the other four tests taken the previous four mornings. They were all identical except for one ever-changing feature: the second line was getting darker. As I let out...
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Whenever I’m asked what I do for a living and say I’m a Pediatric ICU nurse, I get the same response: “lucky baby.” It always stops me in my tracks and I don’t really know how to respond, so I usually say “I guess so.”...
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OK, it’s time for the Come To Jesus talk about the Gulf oil spill. Now, I love Barack Obama, really and truly, but let’s be honest: If this disaster occurred on George W. Bush’s watch, the Liberal Left would be demanding his head on a...
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My daughter, Lauren, loves stories about her escapades when she was little. She’s 26 now, but she still savors each tidbit. My son AJ, 24, couldn’t care less, but I know he’ll get interested when he has his own kids. He’ll want to know what...
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