During the many years I cared for my husband, Stan, after his spinal cord stroke, I sometimes sensed a disconnection growing between us. I couldn’t have explained it then. There was simply so much that needed attention. Appointments to make, medications to manage, symptoms to watch, decisions to make. The days became organized around what needed to be done.
The Space That Is Hard to Name Read More »
Once in a while I find myself envious of other couples who are healthy and doing things together. The comparison only diminishes my capacity to enjoy the moment.
The Comparison Trap Read More »
Three blind mice, three blind mice… This seemingly grim rhyme invites us to reflect on the challenges of navigating life without clarity—blind to what lies ahead or uncertain about which way to turn.
The Rest of the Story: Three Blind Mice Read More »
A few weeks ago, I visited a store that recently opened in my area, InchStone Books, and my first impression was exactly what every independent bookstore hopes to inspire: I wanted to stay. The shelves were thoughtfully curated, the gifts were reading-adjacent in the best possible way, and the chairs looked like they’d been chosen by someone who actually planned for people to sit in them. The atmosphere had that particular quality that’s impossible to manufacture — the feeling that someone who loved books had arranged the place, and that whoever showed up would be welcome here.
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I received news earlier this month that has stayed with me, settling deep in my chest. Tracey Durrett—one of our members since Breathing Spaces began, owner of Curves of Los Altos, and the host of our Family Caregiver Walks in Mountain View—has been diagnosed with an aggressive form of breast cancer: angiosarcoma.
I am angry.
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