In a way, I'm a little shocked that this is only coming up now. Shocked and confused. Let's look at the facts: I'm a pack rat. (It's that Cancerian thing, again—I like to carry my…
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In high school, I had a very odd French teacher. I don't know that she seemed that odd at the time, but looking back on it, and knowing what I know now about how teachers…
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To talk about the fact that I haven't been blogging much or not to..." That is my question. My question may seem less dramatic than Hamlet's, but it feels as fraught with pain, frustration, worry…
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At the start of the 35th week of my pregnancy, I went in for my weekly checkup with the midwives. And my blood pressure was 210 over 165. Which is, how do you say: not.…
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I have this wonderful friend. I think she's in her 70's, but that seems unreal to me, because she seems much, much younger—yet at the same time, she's eternally wise and worldly. She's a conundrum.…
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Just like my post about choosing a word, Andi Fisher is likewise and entirely to blame for today's post. Because she just sent me the most extraordinary book. I highly recommend it for women AND…
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I'm a card-carrying member of the RSSC (Radio Station Switching Club). It's a disease. Like finger tourettes. Or something. It's car-specific. I'm either driving or riding in the passenger seat and I Constantly, Continually and…
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Once upon a time, many moons ago, I taught a yoga workshop at Kripalu about stability. In it, I took people through examples of the five basic groups of postures (standing, seated, supine, prone and…
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I hope you can really see this picture. It's the work of my little man, Jack (aka, the Snack Pack). This is his signature image. You've got the backhoe and the guy with his helmet…
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Jumper Cables…
