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We Walk On. No Matter What.

We were the only people in the hotel dining room at 8:00pm on the eve of our Camino, having decided on an “early” dinner since we wanted to get a good night’s rest in anticipation of a very long hike. An older woman entered the dining room, sat down and ordered. She was at least a decade older than us, and when she finished her meal and got up to leave, we assumed she was a local, or a tourist who most definitely wasn’t going to be walking the Camino. Her gait was unsteady, stiff and tentative, like a colt

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Day Two: Portomarin to Eirexe. 11.5 miles

Some general observations about today: People are good. Consider the evidence: When we left our hotel today, I left behind a ring. (In fairness, it was early and I’d only had one cup of coffee. Btw, why do the Spanish serve their coffee in such tiny little cups?) It wasn’t a fancy ring, but since it had been given to me by a dear friend, it had a large sentimental price tag. To make matters worse, I didn’t even know I’d left it behind until we’d checked into our next hotel, where our luggage was waiting for us in the

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Non-Fiction

Day 1: Sarria to Portomarin. 15 miles.

Our first day on the Camino began like an Edgar Allan Poe poem, or something out of an Alfred Hitchcock movie. A chill permeated the morning air and dense and heavy fog, like wet cotton, obscured the morning light. We set out alone; one backpack between us, the damp settling onto our shoulders as we hiked down the murky path. And then, she appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, dark hair, pale face, a young woman alone on the trail. “Hey, are you from Milwaukee?” she said, falling in beside us. Damn, I thought. Is our Midwestern accent giving us away

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Non-Fiction

The Journey Begins

Why is our train going backwards? The announcement over the PA system provided no clues. The rapido delivery of the announcer was no match for my college Spanish. Even when she switched to heavily-accented English, the only words I could make out were “train,” “flood,” and “bus.” Thankfully, a young, bilingual British woman sitting across the aisle filled us in. “The train can’t go all the way to Sarria,” she said brightly, as if this unexpected wrench in our travel plans had won each of us a lottery ticket. “They’re putting us on a bus to get us there.” She

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Non-Fiction

Don’t Worry—Act

Rising inflation and the last several weeks of a market downturn have some folks really worried. This, despite signs that our economy is beginning to recover from the last two years of an international health pandemic. And those signs of recovery are terrific: the jobless rate has dropped to 4.2%, with U.S. economic output jumping to more than 7% in the last three months of 2021. An economic expansion of 5.7 percent in 2021, the biggest since 1984. U.S. companies showing profit margins higher than they’ve been since 1950. Child poverty cut in half, and more than 4.6 million Americans

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Fiction

A Christmas Carol

(Imperfectly Revised Edition) It’s a cold and misty winter evening. The wind howls through the treetops. Cue the scary music. GOPP: Hey there. How’s it going? Me: (Frightened) Who are you? GOPP: I’m the GOPP. Me: GOPP? GOPP: The Ghost of Perfection Past. Listen, I don’t have a lot of time. There are thousands of women just like you and I’ve got to visit all of them tonight. So if you don’t mind, I’m just gonna move this thing along. Look over there, into the mist. Me: I don’t see anything . . . wait! It looks like some kind

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Non-Fiction

Gratitude

It’s always darkest before the dawn. That which doesn’t kill us makes us stronger. You’ve heard inspirational quotes like these before and you’ll no doubt hear them again. Trite, maybe. But also true. I think that’s why we human beings need to hear them again and again, because the truth always resonates. A few months back, when I wrote about how I was struggling, inspirational quotes are what I clung to, as well as music like This is Me by Keala Settle, or Home by Phil Phillips. Those sayings and songs helped this eternal optimist to remember that underneath it

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Jillosophy

Notes from Coping with Calamity Class

See people. Comfort them. Be there for them. (But don’t attempt any rescues) Resist the urge to fix, to judge, to preach, to take a swing. (On paper or in person) Challenge, coach. Ask why. (Without having the answers) Be kind. Be patient. Be curious. Be yourself. (Flaws included) Don’t hold back; invite everyone in. (Even if the house is a mess) Practice mercy. Have faith. (In them and in you) Laugh. (Whenever possible) Rant. (Breathe in) Listen. (Breathe out) Write. (Love) Photo by Jay Filter at https://jayfilterphotography.com/

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Fiction

Buy Again

Amazon Prime Your Orders: 12 orders placed in the past 31 months: Delivered June 5, 2019 -All-in-One Ovulation Predictor & Pregnancy Test Kit Value Pack (1): Simple testing kits predict ovulation and pregnancy with 90% accuracy. Made in the U.S.     Delivered July 22, 2019 All packages left in or near the front door or porch. -The New Parent’s Guide to a Natural Pregnancy and Birth, by Gwen Atkinson, Random House, 2015 -Letters to My Baby Pregnancy Journal: This handbound keepsake baby book is beautifully designed, providing journal pages embossed with inspirational quotes to record every moment of baby’s first

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Political

Sometimes, It’s Like This

Well, hello again. It’s been far too long since I last posted and I’m sorry about that. But here’s the thing: I needed a break. I (naively? hopefully?) thought that once He Who Shall Not be Named was out of office and a grown-up was back in charge, things would get better. Less chaotic. Less stressful. More civil. I knew that things wouldn’t go back to “normal.” In fact, I hoped it wouldn’t. I hoped that our leaders would see the cracks in the foundation of our society that, thanks in part to an international health pandemic, had opened up

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