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Posted on December 27, 2013 by nikkimeredith in health and beauty, politics and religion.
When I was in high school, my best friend and I were walking across the parking lot at a southern California beach where my family camped every summer. Three boys our age were walking towards us. My friend and one of the boys, a hefty guy…okay, a fat guy, got into one of those do-si-do […]
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Posted on October 7, 2013 by nikkimeredith in dogs, odds and sods, unexpected adventures.
Every week brings news of yet another way dogs help humans. We’ve know for a while they can be excellent detectives – diagnosing melanoma with their noses, sensing dangerous blood sugar fluctuations in diabetics and discerning imminent seizures in epileptics. People with dogs are generally healthier – after acquiring a pooch they exercise more, their […]
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Posted on August 26, 2013 by nikkimeredith in friendship.
What falls away is always. And is near. -Theodore Roethke About ten years ago, four of us – two couples — were sitting on the deck of a house at Sea Ranch, shielding our eyes from the dazzling sun. We were passing the binoculars around, trying to spot dolphins leaping through the surf. Though the […]
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Posted on June 28, 2013 by nikkimeredith in odds and sods, rituals, science/research, unexpected adventures.
At home above my desk I have posted this poem by Mary Oliver: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it. Oliver calls the poem “instructions for living a life” and it’s advice I try implementing every day of the year — every day except for the six weeks between Memorial Day and the 4th of […]
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Posted on May 7, 2013 by nikkimeredith in family, migraine and chronic pain.
My husband walks in the door from work. I’m in the kitchen chopping vegetables. He kisses me and asks how I am. I shrug and then place the tips of my three middle fingers over my right eye – the sign that I have a migraine. “Oh no,” he says. “I’m so sorry.” And he […]
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