“Did you have any bad dreams last night?” Whenever I get asked that question by Rebecca before our first cup of coffee, I already know the answer: “No. Maybe. Yes. Why?” “Because your yelling scared the heck out of me and the dog, for that matter. Again. So, was it about the chase thing this time?” asked my beloved “CSI” fan, feared by all criminal minds who dare to pixelate her 60-inch TV screen. This time. Meaning it was not the first time. She’s Lt. Columbo with lipstick. The only missing prop was a dusty lightbulb dangling from the ceiling. My recurring dream was back. It’s always about the same thing:…
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Bye, Felicia
After 32 blog posts in the past 12 months, here’s my final one for 2021. Not a whole lot more to say, is there? Here’s to deep breaths, continued kindness and days anchored in gratitude. Thanks for reading. And Happy New Year!
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Over the Noom?
Weight loss reminds me a lot of hiking in the Grand Canyon. One hour walking down the trail takes you twice as long to climb back up. One step forward, two steps back. And that, or so it seems, is the delicate dance of dieting. Since my mid-40s, I’ve struggled with my weight. Back then, it had a lot to do with perimenopause, that time of a woman’s life before menopause, when her ovaries gradually make less estrogen. With perimenopause, you may experience hot flashes, irregular periods, mood swings and insomnia. Likely all before noon but not necessarily in that order. Quite often, amid this internal combustion, a woman’s metabolism grinds to…
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Calm and bright
All is calm and bright in my little corner of the world. Yesterday, we watched “A Christmas Story.” For me, it’s the perfect seasonal classic film, yet it often gets dismissed as another gimmicky holiday movie running in those 24-hour TNT marathons. There are so many reasons it’s been my favorite for nearly 40 years, and not just because it’s absurdly funny and makes me laugh every time I see it. “A Christmas Story” makes sense to the kid in me: corner bullies, broken eyeglasses, big dreams and lasting friendships. “I swear, you know all those silly lines,” Rebecca says. Yes, I do, thank you very much. “Some men are…
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Christmas peeve
Now I’m no Ebenezer Scrooge, but I’ll admit I’m not happy about Christmas. It was supposed to be different this year. All of us back together again. Like a reunited band. Even the Spice Girls managed to do that. Sadly, to mangle an infamous quote from John Belushi’s character Jake in the 1980 movie, “The Blues Brothers”: “We’re not getting the band back together.” As of today, we’re staying home alone with our brand new 6.5-foot, pre-lit slim tree sporting its spectacular flickering starburst light topper. There are a few presents under this artificial awesomeness. And a stuffed gnome we named Homey. Unlike past years, we have put up fewer holiday decorations,…
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Potpourri
It’s the first Saturday in December. I’ve been remiss in keeping up with my blog posts. No excuses. So, in the interest of valuable time and word economy, here are things I’ve thought of blogging about but didn’t because the world has changed so much in the last 18 months that most of these topics now seem quite insignificant. Which they are. That said, and with all due respect, as we used to say in our interminable weekly PR staff meetings, here goes nothing: Everyone wanted: Even though the U.S. unemployment rate in November was 4.2% — and flirting with pre-pandemic lows — just about every local business is having trouble…
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Word up
Interestingly, at least I think so, lexicographers at Oxford English Dictionary have chosen their 2021 Word of the Year. It’s “vax.” Due to the COVID-19 pandemic, variations on words related to vaccines have spiked in frequency this year, with double-vaxxed, unvaxxed and anti-vaxxer all seeing a surge. Vax was the obvious choice, since it has made “the most striking impact,” said Fiona McPherson, senior editor of OED, the definitive record of the English language, in a recent BBC interview. “It goes back at least to the 1980s, but according to our corpus, it was rarely used until this year,” she added. I love how those sneaky-smart Britons slip a Latin word such as “corpus” into an everyday sentence…
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You learn
“I recommend biting off more than you can chew to anyone I certainly do I recommend sticking your foot in your mouth at any time Feel free … Swallow it down (what a jagged little pill) It feels so good (swimming in your stomach) Wait until the dust settles. You live, you learn You love, you learn You lose, you learn.” – “You Learn” by Alanis Morissette from her 1995 album “Jagged Little Pill” Lyrics like these from Canadian rocker Alanis Morissette prove that valuable lessons are often learned from poor decisions. Live and learn, as my folks always said. Isn’t it ironic, don’t you think, (sorry, couldn’t help myself) that…
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Reserve
Just outside Brimley in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula along Lake Superior on Whitefish Bay, our dashboard lit up like a Christmas tree. “Reserve fuel warning. Find a gas station now. You idiot.” All true, except for that last part. My words for me. We were below a quarter tank of fuel, which triggers something in the engine system and causes the reserve warning light to appear. Driving north to the UP, as it’s known by locals (“Yoopers”) and down staters (“Trolls”) like us, who live all points south of the Mackinac Bridge, we had spent the last six hours on the road. Until now, it was a happily uneventful Monday. We…
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Where were you?
Hard to believe it’s been 20 years since that fateful morning in September. Not a cloud in the sky. A crisp fall chill in the air. A perfect day. Where were you? Driving to work. Making your bed. Walking the dog. For me, it was the final week of my medical leave before going back to work after open-heart surgery that summer. I was 41, tanned, rested and ready to rejoin the rat race. Until I wasn’t. I wouldn’t know this until six months later when my doctor diagnosed me with a form of PTSD and prescribed Zoloft, which helped and got me through the worst of my post-op anxiety.…
