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As I began writing this on Wednesday, I was reading Helen Whybrow’s memoir, The Salt Stones, which focuses on her family, her ninety-some Icelandic sheep, and how as a pastoralist she lives within the rhythm of her animals, the trees and grasses, blueberries and shrubs, the soil microbes and those in our gut, and all…
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“This is what makes the myth such a great lie!” Gary says. Shoulda-coulda-woulda. It’s always someone’s fault, not ours. We tried to watch the right/left overview of the our political week on The New Hour on PBS. We’d previously vowed not to watch it anymore, but today I backslid, found it on my computer a…
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THE MARTIAN (2015) is one of my favorite movies. Even though it’s romantic nonsense, even though, even though I barely care about a space program, even though Matt Damon. As I write, it’s playing on Netflix, and at this moment I am playing hooky from cutting and sewing my quilt border in order to focus…
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I enjoy reels of people on their weight-loss journeys. I read one yesterday morning: “Eat less sugar, you’re already sweet enough.” Fat doesn’t need much in the way of calories to sustain itself—it’s a storehouse, not active tissue. Muscle, organs, and fluids in your body do need energy to survive. A person fifty pounds overweight…
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I was already intimate with self-doubt by the time I read about the “impostor syndrome” where people (most often women) believe that they are not all that, the success and admiration—whatever that might be—they enjoy is because they have fooled others into believing in them. Men often over-estimate their appeal, their skill, their accomplishments, and…




