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Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock: 2017-26

To me, last Monday seems like a month ago.  I got a bit of “flash fiction” finished for Friday, and forgot to post it because as soon as I hit the door… well, I really don’t have any excuse except that I got busy doing something else and I forgot.   I got something done that I really wanted to do, and I knew would make me feel a lot better, but avoided because I hate cleaning. I do love clean, though, which, I suppose, seems like a paradox.  Come to think of it, who doesn’t like clean more than…

Photo Friday: Mother’s Day

Motherhood:  A long-term investment with amazing dividend. Thank you Mothers, Grandmothers, Step-mothers and God-mothers. Related articles Mother’s Day Owning our Health: A Letter to Mothers Motherhood: Precious and Powerful

NaWriPoMo #14: Micro-environmental Disaster

Today’s NaWriPoMo prompt (optional, as always) is a little something I’m calling “Twenty Questions.” The idea is to write a poem in which every sentence, except for the last one, is in the form of a question. That’s it! Micro-environmental disaster Is it the sugar?  Is it the fat? Is lack of exercise to blame? Could it be simpler than that? Diabetes? obesity? Asthma? Isn’t it a shame? So many woes; What is the solution? Chemical? Environment? Food? Are we doomed? Could it be a re-evolution? Your ‘crobes, my ‘crobes; Could be our micro-biodome. Related articles Poetry Prompt #14 –…

February Go Red for Heart Health: Mom’s Silent Heart Attacks

Fourteen years ago, Dr. P diagnosed Dad with liver cancer.  Sometime in the next six months, the six months we had before we said goodbye, Mom told Dr. General she had chest pains. “It’s probably just stress,” he told her, his kind brown eyes reassuring her. I could have lost both my parents that year.  But no one knew just how strong Mom really was. “I walk to the mailbox, and I’m just fine,” she told me.  “But when I turn around to come home, my chest hurts.  I walk over to the neighbors’ with no problem, but when I…

Go Red this Valentine’s Day

This week is Valentine’s Day.  This month is Go Red for heart health awareness month.  I take part in the Go Red Challenge every year.  I wear my little red dress pin proudly.  I spread the word. Did you know Rosy O’Donnell has heart disease?  She had a blockage known as the “widow maker.”  I saw it on “The View.” You can read her story by clicking here.  Warning:  her story scared the begeezers out of me.   Heart disease kills more women every year than all forms of cancer.  Whoa!  That’s a lot.  One woman every minute.  That’s humongous. gous.… Is It Really That Bad?


marengo sunset-ae2I hate navigating the landscape of health insurance.  Before I became self-employed, I weighed the pros and cons of the insurance programs my employer offered.  Loved-One and I are both healthy, so in all our years of working for The Man, we rarely met the deductable.  As a self-insured free-lance writer, I hemmed and hawed about purchasing health insurance.  Sure we’re healthy, but the what-ifs plagued me.

After much research and policy comparisons, we purchased high deductable insurance coverage from Aetna.  It costs more than $10,000 a year.  In anticipation of the Affordable Health Care Act, each policy every insurers offered covered routine testing and an annual physical.

I read the Affordable Health Care Law.  Ask me a question if you want.  I can find it and give you the answer, and quote page number.  I can tell you

Photo Friday: When is Lunch?

Is that a 30 minute lunch, or an hour lunch? The pharmacist who saw me snap this picture kindly explained, I know, it’s confusing.  We HAVE to get out of here by 2:30.  No exceptions.  So we MUST break for lunch by 2:15. And just when I though I figured out what the sign was supposed to mean, someone had to go and clarify.

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