Done, What’s That?

Is anything ever finished? It often doesn’t feel that way. We put so much emphasis on task completion and accomplishing goals that how we got there gets lost in the shuffle. At least I do that. I’ve always enjoyed crossing things off the list more than doing them. There’s such satisfaction with sitting back and…

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The Perseverance of Getting Well

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about illness and it’s opposite – health. Or vice versa. When I first heard that I have Lyme, I didn’t believe it. (Was this denial, the first stage of grief?) Two blood tests came back equivocal, which means there’s something not right going on but they don’t know what.…

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This Was Supposed to Be a Quiet Summer

After two years of studying and getting back into teaching, I had planned to spend this summer working on my book, doing some daytrips, and going to back to Lithuania for a couple of weeks. Then two major issues sidelined those plans. 1) I found out I have Lyme Disease and Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever.…

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Hazy Sick Induced Realty Shift (or a word that needs to be invented)

I’ve been battling a cold for the past week. The worst is over: the headache, stuffy nose, sinus pressure. The fatigue and brain fog still remain. Any time I get a cold I’m always “out of it.” Not just slow brain processing time, but as if I’m thinking differently. I’m not quite sure how to…

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Practicing Imperfection

Have I mentioned how much I love fabric? I don’t think so. Allow me to mention it. I love textiles. The feel – smooth, cool silk; cozy, warm flannel; crisp, strong cotton. The patterns and designs – each one a piece of art. The possibilities – a dress, an apron, a quilt? Yes, a quilt.…

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Maybe the Routine Isn’t the Problem

Last week was Spring Break. Everyone was ready for it. The students. Me. I was especially ready for some down time while battling this antibiotic that hopefully has killed the bacteria. (*See below for an update.) I love a break from my routine. I can easily feel confined by having to be at a certain…

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To Live Counter-Culture

A couple of weeks ago I got bit by an unidentified insect. Three times on the inner crease of my left arm. I have no idea who the culprit was or when it happened. I do know that it got infected, with a large red bullseye around two of the bites. Almost a week after…

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Another One

Another tragedy. Another mass shooting. The same reactions. The same comments on social media. The same satiric cartoons. The same charts, graphs, and statistics. The same old rhetoric. What wasn’t the same was my reaction. As I scrolled through my social media accounts and saw the tears, anger, frustration I didn’t feel the same way…

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Anything Who Can Do

I’m pretty sure we’re all aware that the Winter Olympics started this last weekend. I love the Olympics, especially the Winter Games (ironic since I detest snow). My heart swells and I get teary-eyed watching the hopeful athletes march in with excitement and anticipation, especially from unlikely countries with only one or two athletes. I…

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