Inspiration
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TO DREAM PERCHANCE TO SLEEP
I used to think of sleep as ‘nothingness,’ and a waste of time. I never even napped for fear of what I might be missing. Now I’ve learned that I was missing a lot. I also thought 8 hours of sleep was just fine. However, after using my Oura sleep-tracker, I found I was only… Read more
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OUT OF THE SHADOWS INTO THE LIGHT
In this uncertain time, transparency-not invisibility-would be prudent. Yet, I feel I’m living among shadow people: those who share so little of themselves that they barely seem there as if I could pass my hand right through them. They are afraid to express their opinions, trust no one, monitor their doorbell cameras and phones, and remove their… Read more
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KICK UP YOUR HEELS!
They say the #1 fear most people have is public speaking, but I’m not sure that’s true. I think the deeper fear is of standing out in a crowd whether vocally or visually. Many let their fear of embarrassment overshadow their chance for joy. Drawing no attention to yourself elicits neither positive nor negative feedback. It can… Read more
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LOVE? OR SOMETHING LIKE IT?
This is my picture of unconditional love: a dog cruising down the highway with the window open, smiling and waving at everyone who passes. Love is arguably the only feeling that makes you, ‘able to leap tall buildings’ and get weak in the knees at the same time. But it’s ephemeral. Try to hold on too tightly… Read more
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MAMBA MIA
Like the guy in the Mickey Mouse ears above, I am not afraid to look like an idiot. Just ask last week’s readers from Canada, Nigeria, Czechia, Slovakia, Poland, Pakistan and the Phillipines. I do it so often that I’ve come to view it as a natural stress reliever. This week, I called one of my… Read more
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WHAT DOESN’T KILL YOU
Photo: Courtesy of RandiNajacPhotography A friend of mine captured this roadrunner swallowing a rattlesnake. Her photo is both magnificent and shocking. It is hard for me to imagine those fangs going down his soft, feathery gullet without puncturing and poisoning him along the way. And yet, it did, leaving nary a scratch. It reminds me… Read more
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OUT OF THE CLOSET
When I was little, my mother used to keep my father’s ashes in a shoebox in the linen closet. Whenever she was angry with me, she would point to the closet and say, “If your father were alive,” and then she would threaten something. One day, I went into that closet, opened the box and… Read more
AGEFULLY AGING 