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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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In A Pickle
The day it happened, palm trees rustled in the breeze, sounding like spring rain. A great blue heron froze, one foot tucked, waiting to spear breakfast with its beak. My husband Richard and I were bike riding on Tybee Island. We took a right on Solomon Avenue — a sandy dirt road riddled with ruts and potholes. I inhaled deeply, smelling the sweet fragrance of jasmine as sweat trickled down my spine. Sightseeing, I didn’t notice the hole. The front tire struck it with force. I bounced. Hard. My left leg instantly felt like it was wrapped by a python — tight and stinging. For days, needle-like pain radiated down…
