philosophy
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I didn’t know how I knew how to train my dog. That was the thing that triggered the cascade. How was I training my dog? It was a snarky comment from a friend that turned me on to the question of how I was able to train her at all. Our friendship was strained at
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I love the quality of light After a night of snow Blue and yellow Blended through magic water Beauty is here for you to unpuzzle Fractals upon fractals of it Beauty… and turtles all the way down
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Its impossible to deny that something will happen next month after our election has happened. I’ve been systematically numbing myself over it for years (since the last election, I suppose). Positive thinking is not my strong suit and my unmedicated mind can run away with my sense of peace. It’s catching up with me now.
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How do you verify your humanity? About this time last year, I found a piece of forgotten Halloween candy on the ground while Ink and I were out for a walk. It is something like a large smartie, and on each side it has a word etched in the surface. One side reads proud and
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And the lessons we learn along the way. There was a time when I when I could get it up for a clean baseboard. The grit of diving in and fully committing to get your elbows dirty. Is that the expression? Those days are long gone now. I mean, would I love if they were
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There’s nothing like pointing to a page All three of my children attend public school. I feel very meh… leaning yikes about it, but we don’t have the thousands of dollars needed to move them into private schools. There are some affordable private schools near us, but they usually require a side of tithe which
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A lesson on growth This weekend is a busy one for us. The start of summer is a busy season for every parent of school-aged children. At the end of the school year, we congratulate ourselves for making it through nine months of impossible feats of scheduling and logistics with the granddaddy of them all.
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This morning, I am remembering myself. If you’ve struggled to balance your mental health, you have firsthand experience with a varied sense of self. At the moment of your lowest low you are still yourself, but you are also not you. You are some sadder, more lifeless copy of you, desperately scraping back toward the
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What it’s like to be a woman tw: I mention the reality of sexual violence During the pandemic I took up walking around my neighborhood. What started as an escape became a choice activity. I’ve grown to really enjoy admiring my neighbor’s lawn ornaments and their well-tended gardens. On days I can afford the time,
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Lessons of the sunk cost fallacy. One thing that makes my heart happy is turning off my wifi while I write so they can not interfere in my process of telling the truth. I realize this is a tad on the tin foil hat side of thought, and that really, we are all already on
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