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Open Heart
I've just returned from an echocardiogram appointment. The results were reassuring; especially because I am almost exactly one year older than my dad was when he had his first pacemaker installed. My dad died of a broken heart in 2008. The young technician was...
Blueberry Pancake
I began a new exercise class this summer: Pilates Mat. The plan: to develop my core muscles without injury to ankles or knees, as sometimes induced by yoga poses, to foster good posture and to ease back injuries. Besides I already had a mat. As I looked among the...
Time
I have an awesome internal clock. It's wowed family, friends, and strangers unerringly for years. I could have won sucker bets in bars if I chose. I ascribe it to 40 years of being a speech-language pathologist, where life is regimented into clinical sessions...
Crows vs. Parrots: round 1
Yesterday a famous parrot prompted a post. Today hearts are heavy as we commemorate the date that the invisible, invincible shield of America crashed to the ground, along with the Twin Towers and thousands of lives. Today I find a parallel natural event to post: a...
The Language of Love
Six years ago on this day Alex died. His last words were spoken to his trainer, Dr. Irene Pepperberg: "You be good. See you tomorrow. I love you." Alex, the African gray parrot, lived 31 years. He was smart. He learned hundreds of words and combined them novelly into...
24 words
"You, hear me! Give this fire to that old man. Pull the black worm off the bark and give it to the mother. And no spitting in the ashes!" It's not quite the Gettysburg Address, but it is deathless prose. The double dozen 'ultra conserved', resilient words have...
Wear Your Invisible Crown
In a funk, faithful friend? If you are, take heart and know that there are simple 'seasons without reasons' in life - and some of them feel strangely funky. Know that these feelings will pass, like seasons and reasons do. The light will shine through the window into...
Recipient vs Strength
I learned something in yoga today that would have benefitted me 50 years ago, nearer my youth. I learned that expanding one's chest to breathe deeply, fully draws in feminine, recipient energy, while exhaling unleashes masculine strength and power into the world. No...
C’est Moi
ogophile PRONUNCIATION: (LOG-uh-fyl) MEANING: noun: One who loves words. That's OGOPHILE, not Francophile. C'est Moi. Et vous? My wonderful hubby, Larry, would say he's an OGLER and lover of me, who is addicted to words. He supports my habit, and I support everything...
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