When apologizing is a sign of strength.

Handcuffs coming off one wrist

When I was a sophomore in college, I drove to Fort Lauderdale for spring break with my two roommates. It was my first time in Florida, first time on a road trip with friends, first time being threatened with arrest. Recently, I was reminded of this incident.

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Milk this Thanksgiving for all it's worth.

When I did my Thanksgiving shopping earlier this week, I brought my grocery list as usual, but this time I also had paper coupons, and electronic coupons saved on my Hannaford app. I bought almost twice as many groceries as usual, and it took me twice as long, but hey, I saved $20. The next morning, I…

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Birthday: What it births within us.

Today, I am 59 and 364/365ths. Tomorrow, I turn 60. Happy Birthday to me. Other than semantics—“I am 59” vs. “I am 60”—the difference between today and tomorrow for me isn’t insignificant. Sometimes one day does make a huge difference. Yesterday’s mid-term elections, for example. And, of course, the presidential election of 2016. That year, my…

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Letting go of a dream.

Two years ago, I started a blog called The Well Nested Life; this month, I’ll close that site down. I’ve moved all my blogs over to this current site, so I’ve retained my words, but I have to say goodbye to the dream. Closing my blog feels like I’m losing an old friend. With some brainstorming…

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Reframing my reflection.

Telling the story about my son’s brain tumor is the easy part of writing my memoir. I first wrote most of the dramatic scenes over fifteen years ago, within a few years of his diagnosis at age 11. Had I not written them, I would still remember. The trauma created new neural pathways in my…

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Finding hope in the chaos of life.

My memoir, which I’ve not finished writing, has been given an unwanted sequel. Not by Matt, my 31-year-old son who was diagnosed with a brain tumor when he was 11. By a close family member, who just received that same diagnosis. I can’t give more details yet, out of respect for this person’s privacy, but…

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Brain Tumor Awareness Month, Day 19

Since I failed (reconsidered) and revised my goal to post daily this month, I was challenged to figure out how to name this post. It didn’t seem right to call it “Day 12” or “Day 13” in sequence after “Day 11,” which posted May 12 (because I missed May 1). And it was too odd to…

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Brain Tumor Awareness Month, Day 3.

Today, I’ll share an excerpt from my memoir manuscript, a section I struggled to revise this morning. You may be able to help me. I mention a 60 Minutes special on OCD, which aired in 1994 or 1995. OCD was one of the many diagnoses under discussion for Matt, before his brain tumor was discovered.…

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