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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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Today we spent Memorial Day with family. Spending time with others has been difficult for me lately. There’s something about a lengthy battle with your own mind that really puts the rest of life’s tribulations into perspective. I have so much. I find myself easily irritated with others for being normal people talking about normal
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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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Existing in a world of wars I started meditating during the pandemic because it was the only thing I could think to do. I found myself drawn to meditation tracks featuring Buddhist principles and I often choose those now, when my mind is racing and I feel I would benefit from a bit of meditative
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Is this one of those things where everyone turns to the right? When there are no ground rules for social conduct, who is responsible for the way things are? If there are no rules to break, how are disputes settled? I can’t believe what I am about to type–we could all learn a lot from
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When Britney really hit her stride, and they did her wrong. I celebrated a big birthday a few days ago. I am 40. This year, a couple of close friends gave me very thoughtful gifts that I was not expecting. I’m uncomfortable with the idea that people want to do nice things for me simply
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