Once every five years or so, we get a new television. Sometimes it’s because we actually need one – like that summer when a lightning strike electrocuted several of our appliances. But most of the time, it’s because Tom starts reading about the incredible picture quality on the newest TV screens, and he just can’t stand it anymore. He needs to see it for himself. It happened again earlier this month. I tagged along to Best Buy to make sure Tom wouldn’t bring home a TV that’s only a half-inch smaller than our entire living room wall. He has always been careful with money and is a shrewd negotiator. But everyone has their weaknesses. And if Tom met a savvy […]

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My favorite character of all time isn’t in a literary novel, a blockbuster movie or a TV show. He is, in fact, a cartoon beagle named Snoopy. I assume you know him, too, right? I met him before I could read. When my brother and I were little, our friend John would often come over on Sunday afternoons. His parents and our parents were friends, and we all went to the same church. We are what I call “heart family.” John was 5 years older than my brother and 12 years older than me, and we adored him partly because he entertained us while our parents were doing boring, grown-up things like mopping and taxes. The first thing John did […]

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This morning, I stirred the white powder into a steaming mug of Earl Gray tea, watching it scatter and swirl like a freshly shaken snow globe until it melted from view. The powder is unflavored, but I added a generous dollop of honey so the tea would feel more like a treat and less like a treatment. But who am I kidding? Lately, everything feels like an attempt to counteract what time is trying to do to me. That white powder is collagen, which I bought because it’s high in protein. Now that I’m in my early 50s, caring about protein is the new job I didn’t apply for but got stuck with anyway. I could walk around all day […]

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If you’re not feeling delightful this December — often called “the most wonderful time of the year” – you’re not alone. It’s been a hard year for millions of people in many ways. You’re not required to fall in line with the holly jolly hustle of the season. But maybe these four simple words I read recently in a Katherine Center novel will give you the same surprising lift they gave me: “Sometimes things get better.” Simple, right? But if your brain, like mine, is hardwired to assume a worst-case scenario, that single sentence can feel like a revelation. Doom and gloom don’t have to be the default position. When you allow for the possibility that things can get better, […]

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I’m good at some things — like making a paper projectile out of a straw’s wrapper, swatting a fly with one targeted strike, and quoting lines from reruns of sitcoms. Thanks to excellent teachers, I also have a few academic skills, like knowing when to use “who” or “whom” in any given sentence and where apostrophes should and shouldn’t be. But I know my limitations. And if you see me at a grocery or retail store, you should walk the other way. Because I can promise you that once it’s time to choose a check-out lane, I’ll pick the wrong one — every single time. I don’t do it on purpose. I try to find the best option by slowly […]

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I really do love words. For me, they’ve always been like magic. As a shy kid, I felt so fenced in by fear of nearly everything, but putting words on paper set me free. No pressure, no time limits, no judgment. Most of us spoke our first words within a year of being born. And every single year, we learn more of them. This year alone, 200 words and phrases were added to the Merriam-Webster dictionary. As cool as the new words are, the most powerful phrase is one you’ve heard all your life: “Thank you.” This two-syllable saying does so much vital work in the world yet doesn’t get nearly enough credit for it, probably because it’s upstaged by […]

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For years, I said the thing all busy parents say when we’re wading through the drama of raising humans – the feeding and cleaning, the last-minute science projects, and the after-school activities that swallow up evenings and whole weekends. On days when I felt outnumbered by kids, errands and messes, I’d mentally reassure myself with this one hopeful phrase: “When the kids are in college, I’ll have time to take care of myself.” And now here we are. All three kids in college. No one needs me to drive them somewhere, sign permission slips, or edit their college application essay. It’s time to do the thing I always said I’d do, right? I started small, which was hard for me […]

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If I didn’t have to share mental space with an inner 12-year-old, I would’ve already put on a pair of progressive glasses or bifocals and been done with it. That’s what most people my age do. Instead, I’m stubbornly rooted in defiance. When I was a 12-year-old girl trying not to look or feel as awkward as I was, I spent weeks learning how to put in, take out, and clean contact lenses. I worked to free my face from glasses and thought it would last forever. But then I turned 50. That’s when my inner child realized she now lives inside a nearsighted body that has somehow become farsighted, too. How is that even possible? The girl says this […]

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I’m not sure how it happened, but Tom and I raised three kids who love scary movies. It wasn’t genetic. These precious babies, who once watched cartoons while sipping juice boxes, grew into young adults who love to pile into a car together and go to a movie that would melt my face off and cause permanent insomnia. Why do they do this? What’s so fun about being scared? I just spent two decades trying to protect these people from terror, only to have them grow up and pay eleven bucks to be immersed in it while devouring Milk Duds. How does this happen? After some research, I think I’m beginning to understand. It turns out that fear is more […]

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I have a problem. And if the first step is admitting it, here goes: I’m a snooze abuser. If there’s a snooze to use, I’ll do it. Again and again. I’ve been abusing and snoozing for several decades. When I was a teenager, I had a waterbed (because it was the 80s) with a built-in shelf on the headboard. One year for my birthday, my parents gave me a Sony Dream Machine digital clock radio because they were sick of dragging my lazy butt out of bed. I loved the clock radio and placed it on the shelf above my pillow, dutifully setting the alarm every school night. And every school morning when that alarm went off, my arm shot […]

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