Archive for September, 2017


As I watched
my little boys wrestle
from inside one of
my favorite shirts,
I was certain
I’d never
wear the shirt

Lo, it was not so!
I’m wearing the shirt today,
and it fits just the same
as if it hadn’t been used
for a wrestling match.

That, my friends,
is quality.

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a happy-enough ending

A year or two ago, a friend told me a real-life story that broke my heart.

The story began with one woman she knew saying, “Man, that lady is so lucky!” and the women around her replying, “Say what?! You’d only think that if you didn’t know what she had to endure to be where she is now!”

In this case, “that lady” lost just about everything–everyone–she loved in a single night.

With the terrible space that created, she eventually made room for other people who had suffered greatly.

Now, they fly together, all of them having lost so much … but all of them also having found each other.

It doesn’t make their story happy, but it certainly makes it less lonely and more full of love.

Maybe that, when it comes right down to it, is its own happy-enough ending.

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hear. her. roar

September 24, 2017 Comments off

sisters nowSeveral years ago, I wrote about the deadly consequences of devastatingly costly health care in  “Dead Moms Can’t Care.” I always hoped my just-younger sister Rache, who carried our mom through her final days, would write a follow-up post here.

She didn’t exactly write that, but she did write a couple somethings like one. I wasn’t going to share this here, but, you know what? I am so proud of how my once-quiet sister has grown into a fierce, loving advocate.

She no longer speaks in the softest of voices, and I love to. hear. her. roar
(with somuchlove).


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Between books and life


Library audiobooks were supposed to save me money.

Unfortunately–or is it fortunately, for other reasons?–I happened to check out Nicholas Nassim Taleb’s Antifragile two weeks ago. I only made it a few chapters in before I realized I’d need my own print copies to highlight, annotate, and reference.

The book was so much more illuminating than anything else I’ve read, I decided to buy the four-book Incerto series it concluded. I listened to two of the three other books, Fooled by Randomness and The Black Swan, while waiting for my Incerto box set to arrive.

Well, other audiobooks will save me money, I thought. So there’s that.

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The last time I was this excited about a box set, it had “Buffy” in the title


Last Monday, I left work sick. I briefly explained my concerns to a friend.

“Don’t be afraid to take medicine!” my friend replied. Read more…

Not Me, Us

I have a Bernie 2020 sticker on my car. The sticker’s not really about Bernie, although I do admire him. The sticker’s about his message of “Not Me, Us.”

My key takeaway from a year of intensive political book-reading is this:

There is no leader who can save us.

This might sound ominous, but I don’t mean it that way at all. The gist of “not me, us” was–is–that we have to work together to save ourselves. We have to stand up and step up for each other. At the very least, we have to rise for our children; no matter what our neighbor does or which candidate he selected in the presidential election, all our children will bear the brunt of all the economic and ecological debts we’re shoveling upon them as we bicker instead of all working for dramatic, aggressive change as if humankind depends on it.

(It does.) Read more…

better than the plan

I arrived early for yoga;
the teacher never showed,
so I:

sat pondside with another student
and did basic exercises
for a few minutes

went for a stroll
along dusty trails,
enjoying the crunching of
fallen leaves under squirrel paws
and the flickers of gray on brown
as lizards ran for cover

wondered what
a palm tree
was doing

settled under webs
of interlocking branches,
read from a book by
a now-favorite

en route back to
my car, reflected how that hour
hadn’t gone at all
as planned, but
how it was
the plan

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cherishing now (and trees)

My childhood home stood on a corner. In addition to having a small lawn at its front, it had one outside the backyard fence along its left side. My mom once planted several small trees there.

A few years after she planted them, she happened to talk to a man who worked with trees. He said that one of the trees should be cut down, pointing to some kind of dark mark inside a gash and saying the tree was already dead. It looked very much alive to my mom, who argued there must be something she could do to save it.

Nope, he affirmed. It’s already dead. It just looks like it’s still alive because it takes a while to for results of death to be evident to the human eye.

My mom, whose mental illness was itself becoming more evident by the day, thought her neighbors had done it–whatever “it” was. They’d hurt the tree to hurt her.

I simply thought it was interesting.

A few months back, I walked across a courtyard and pondered grim political news I’d just read. I looked up at a tree nearest my destination and thought, This is an illusion. Read more…

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