We are on a meal kit break. It’s not our first. We’ve tried a few brands; there are pros and cons. It may very well be that, at some point in our busy working lives, we will return to using these products. Come what may, I’ve taken a few lessons away from the experience:

1. Choosing a recipe for the evening helps avoid a sense of overwhelm. It really does help to have a plan and stick to it.

2. Printed recipes are our friends. I am done with scrolling or Xing out of pop-up ads or — even worse…


Thoughts on Anxiety During this Heavy Time

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As I take Buddy for yet another walk, I catch myself doing it again. I am yawning and sighing in strange, arrhythmic spurts. I feel fine physically (well, besides my arthritic knees). So why this habit of grabbing air ineffectively? Is something medically wrong?

I remember the first time this happened. I was 14 or so, and a freshly minted candy striper at our local hospital. Some janitor thought it would be fun to show me a body in the morgue. I was outwardly calm, even nonchalant, in the moment. That night, I…


My second self is following me, or vice versa.

After a long phone conversation with a friend, during which we puzzled about why we both struggled with sticking to better health and fitness routines, and with making time for our creative pursuits, I plugged into the next podcast in the series I’ve been following: Don’t Keep Your Day Job.

I wasn’t immediately taken with the idea of the guest of the moment, Todd Herman. He wrote the Alter Ego Effect and has a long history of coaching athletes. Two negative strikes for me: I don’t tend to like self-help or “road map to success” books (they are typically WAY…


Photo courtesy of Keturah Stickann on Flickr.

This is an overdue rant. It is the spillover from the inner monologue that piped up the first time I received a grossly insensitive communication from an OB/GYN. I was oddly shy about speaking up for myself, and now I find myself letting loose a longer diatribe, expanded to address a trifecta of examiners who had me belly up, legs open, and speechless. Names have been changed to protect the oblivious. I don’t want to blindside them the way they blindsided me.

Let’s start with Sybil, a nurse practitioner in New York with an Irish brogue. I was a nurse…


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Every day is chock full. The dog gets us up before dawn. My son would sleep all morning if I didn’t start my campaign, taking over where the snooze button gave up. On a promising day I can find my to-do list and tick a few things off. On many other days, that list has a way of getting itself buried. I think sometimes that I must have hidden it when the rest of me wasn’t looking.

Like a lot of us, especially in these wired times, I am restless. I know that sitting still, praying, and meditating are food…


Did you know that the olfactory (smell) center is highly connected to the memory center in the brain? Or that music can help unlock information in the mind that would otherwise be difficult to access? When writing your personal story or memoir, it isn’t enough to simply sit and outline the crucial events in your life. Delving into the senses can help peel back the layers of intellect and time to get to a deeper, more intensely emotional space. Folding vivid sensory details into your story also draws your reader in, helping her feel as if she is there with…


In 1969 John Lennon and Yoko Ono famously staged a “bed-in” for world peace. This was actually their very public honeymoon, at the Amsterdam Hotel. It’s unlikely that anyone, ever, will duplicate that eccentric and iconic week which riveted the world during a time of great unrest. But recently I had my own private bed-in (no press invited) in an attempt to enforce some real healing for my dogged case of plantar fasciitis. The podiatrist explained that, had I needed to wear a cast, no one would have questioned my need to stay off my left foot. …


Mom at Moravela’s Restaurant less than 5 years ago. We no longer dine out.

Mom is 90 now, and it’s an indisputable fact that Alzheimer’s disease has taken its toll. She rarely talks; she barely eats. I wrote this piece in happier times, although even then I was already trying to cope with a fading away of the mom I once knew. In retrospect, I am so very glad we seized these moments; I am so glad for our “”moveable feasts,” as detailed below. I am sharing it as a bit of a cautionary tale, I guess: time slips away for all of us, but in such a ruthless way with dementia.

Mom had…

Katherine Hauswirth

Katherine writes mostly about nature and contemplation, but sometimes about food, books, connecting, and other creature comforts. Look her up on Contently.

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