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This is Between Business Cards
I’m navigating life—one foot stuck in the mud, the other trying to pull free. Like you, I’ve held a lot of roles: sibling, employee, spouse, healthy person and one facing illness. Some of those titles even made it onto my business cards. But life has a way of editing our identities—whether we’re ready or not. Over time, my roles changed. I was divorced. My parents passed. I experienced painful estrangements and major illness. And through it all—showing up, struggling, transitioning—I found unexpected lifelines: family, friends, books, projects and small, quiet gestures that kept me afloat. This isn’t a self-help blog. It’s more of a help-yourself-while-I-stumble-through blog. It’s about the collective…
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Holy Dirt
“Be careful with the words you release from your tongue. They cannot be put back.” My mouth burning from a habanero-laced pistachio, I nodded politely but didn’t really listen. The shaman was dispensing advice and selling chili peppers across a dusty street from the historic El Santuario de Chimayo. The dirt from this Catholic mission in New Mexico is believed to have healing powers. My husband and I entered the church through old wooden doors flanked by twin belfry towers. Crutches from tiny to large leaned against the cool thick adobe walls. Smoke from a hundred votive candles darkened the ceiling, wafting hope and prayers to the sun-lit heavens. A…
