A piece I wrote for shelovesmagazine. Schmida was an immigrant. Jewish. German. A Holocaust survivor. She spoke Yiddish and fed the neighborhood children alongside her own (the way mothers
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You know that moment? The one that comes when you are trying desperately to be professional? To pass for a calm, cool, collected businessperson? Perhaps while you're at a bank, finishing a
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I spent part of this evening cleaning up around the house. As usual, I couldn't really stay on task. I wandered. Washing sheets from one room. Picking up in another. I clean like an ADHD
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My commute to the office usually takes about twenty-five minutes. It's two-lane, country driving the entire way along one of the Illinois' River Roads. My landmarks as I drive are a railroad
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This is me. This is me on an almost 90 degree day, after shearing nine of my llamas over the course of about two hours. This is me sweaty and exhausted. Covered in tiny bits of wool.
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I just found hay in my hair, a memento from the time I spent in the horse field this afternoon lying on my back in what remained of a round bale. It's sixty degrees. Just a few days ago, there was
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I've started this blog post three times. Each time, Amelia, one of my three dogs, shoves her nose under my elbow and nudges my arm, asking for attention. Each time, my fingers lose their space on
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I read a book once that pointed out that life tends to divide itself into befores and afters. It’s true, when you think about it. Some are obvious milestones: Before high school. After high
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I forgot to step tall over the hot wire. I felt my rubber muck boot catch the bottom wire of the horse fence. My ankle caught the strand that I had strung there this summer. My knees hit the
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Swipe Right. "So, what are you looking for?" It's a straightforward enough question really, and one that comes up a lot when you foray into the world of online dating, but it's one that I