“Have you been hiking with your dog lately?” the tatted millennial groomer asked. He’d just pulled a large, bloated tick off of Rudy’s anus. “Do you want to see the wound?” he wondered. “I guess,” I hesitantly replied. Though I fancy myself a closet doctor, I’m not too interested in examining my dog’s ass.
Read More“If I’ve learned one thing in life, it’s not to be so judgmental of other people” - Patti Smith
Read MoreI’m all soft and vulnerable from a three-day silent meditation retreat at Spirit Rock in Northern California. Yes, a Chatty Cathy like me enjoys the quiet. The not talking isn’t the hard part. It’s the sitting for long periods til your back throbs and your knees feel like door knobs. It’s the mind tripping that goes on, and the epiphany about oneself that’s pretty much guaranteed. Those are the hard parts. Sitting with yourself. Then comes the revelation - clarity.
Read More“Anger is an Energy…” - John Lydon
Read MoreMy complete blood count (CBC) was in December. I get the test every three months, and had a big drop in my numbers early last fall. Over the summer, we’d been to Tuscany, Barcelona, a ranch in Montana and the wilds of suburban Ohio, and travel takes a toll on me. Besides, running around with a ten-year-old boy is tough any mom, let alone an old one like me with a rare bone marrow failure disorder.
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