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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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The All-American
It was a cold, blustery January morning. Icicles draped the parking porte-cochère like holiday lights, frozen mid-melt. A rare recent southern winter storm left lacy ice patches on the dormant lawn. My husband, Richard, and I were picking up his dad, Roger, at his independent living senior apartment building. We were taking him to Waffle House for brunch. Not in my playbook for fine dining, however, it was Roger’s favorite. And what did he always order? The All-American Breakfast — two eggs, hashed browns, meat of choice, toast, and waffles. Enough for at least a day’s worth of food coma. He grinned when he saw us. Freshly shaved and showered,…
