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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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Palm Reader
“Give me your hand. Let me see what is in your future.” My mother was a devout Catholic. Ironically, she also loved to read palms — mystical future telling carried out by interpreting the unique lines and folds of a seeker’s hand. In the last weeks of her life, I held her hand as I sat by her hospital bedside. But I didn’t read her palm. She suffered. Gut-wrenchingly. In agonizing repetition, her fever-induced, agitated plea hammered out a throbbing refrain: “Jesus, why have you abandoned me?” I had no answer. As she came in and out of consciousness, I tried various tactics to calm her restless soul. Praying for…
