Life, in Words and Pics
If you are feeling anxious or overwhelmed, you are not alone. There’s a whole lot going on to be anxious about - war, recession, covid on the rise again, and in our own town, streets and basements flooded in such a catastrophic manner that literally everybody knows somebody affected. We are doing ok in my …
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If you have ever used the lap lanes at the Y or the J or any other indoor place where the pool is not Olympic sized, you have probably encountered the Lane Hoarder. This is the swimmer who believes completely that he or she should not have to share the lap lane even if there …
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If you are a thinking, reading person, as most of the people I know and respect are, how are you coping right now? Sometimes I feel like I’m really not coping at all. With concerted effort, I was able to get myself out of the house Monday night - and drive a mere two blocks …
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I love this holiday. I'm just sitting here drinking coffee and reading the Facebook (after getting up early and mowing and weeding for two hours), and suddenly I'm remembering my mother barbecuing pork steaks, while she sipped that disgusting malt liquor she loved...the brand escapes me (but the cans were small, and she never finished …
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It’s a bit like Flamenco. Okay, I actually don’t know anything about that dance, except that it’s hard. Maybe it’s more like salsa, which looks simple but can make even the smoothest dancer look clumsy in a Zumba class. (Here’s a lovely Zumba tutorial.) Or maybe it’s more like a pirouette? That’s actually a difficult …
When you drive around the country for 18 days - EIGHTEEN! - of course you are gonna have some stories to tell. So here are mine. Some are observations. Some are actual experiences. Some are funny. Some are cringe-inducing. All of them have convinced me that road travel is necessary for our souls. Tales of …
Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutesFive hundred twenty five thousand moments so dearFive hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutesHow do you measure? Measure a year?* It has been almost exactly one year since the world shut down, since we were last able to hug each other or shake hands, since time - …
I didn’t make my bed this morning. I half-heartedly tugged on the comforter, shrugged, and walked away. I had a client call scheduled for 8am but didn’t change out of my jammies beforehand. Just as well. He had to reschedule. I resisted the urge to go back to (my unmade) bed. I had a socially …
For months now, I have been taking photos that to my eyes tell the story of how the COVID-19 pandemic has been rolling across the country. Many of these were taken in my home town of St. Louis, some in my house. A couple were taken on the road between St. Louis and Seattle, and …
Everybody is walking. We walk in our neighborhoods. We walk at the park. We even walk at cemeteries. When did this become a thing? Oh yeah, it started when the gyms closed. When my gym canceled fitness classes, as the first COVID-19 numbers were filtering into our collective awareness, I was okay with that. I …
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