Molly Fisk: Menopause & Woodpile

February 6, 2016 by Molly Fisk

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By Molly Fisk

I’ve always been a little mulish about practical things. Identified with the grasshopper instead of the ants. Maybe using this wood stove is my better self’s method of reminding me to grow up. (Better late than never. . .) Jack Kornfield titled one of his Zen books, “After the Ecstasy, the Laundry.” In my case it’s “After Insomnia, the Woodpile.”

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Molly Fisk: Ursus Californiensis

January 30, 2016 by Molly Fisk

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By Molly Fisk

I don’t have any coaching clients today, nor writing deadlines, edits due, blog posts to think up. It’s just me, January, and rain. I could and possibly should write a poem about this. Or I could build a fire instead, eat some soup, and take a nap, thereby bowing at the altar of my inner California black bear (Ursus americanus californiensis).

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Molly Fisk: Dancing School

January 23, 2016 by Molly Fisk

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I’m no longer 13 or upper middle class, and aside from the odd wedding, don’t do much waltzing. But recently someone pulled me into his arms and twirled me around a dance floor . . .

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Is Frugality in Your Gene Pool?

January 22, 2016 by Stacia Friedman

By Stacia Friedman

In the late 1960s, Grandma still had flapper dresses tucked in her closet, and she showed up to work at her Center City pharmacy attired like a silent-film star. Her penny-pinching had nothing to do with her finances. By all standards, Grandma was loaded.

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Molly Fisk: Contrails & Happiness

January 16, 2016 by Molly Fisk

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It’s January. I’m still single. Wrinkles still crowd onto my face like shipwreck-survivors into a lifeboat. My bank account, as usual, nestles comfortably in the low three figures. The weather’s unseasonably warm and white lines criss-cross the winter sky. Nothing in my life has changed.

Except I’m happy. And everything’s changed.

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The Anti-Resolution List — Part 2 : Things We Resolve NOT to Do This Year

January 15, 2016 by Women's Voices For Change

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No. I won’t. Absolutely positively shall not. You can’t make me. But random negativity isn’t enough. Resolving NOT to do this or that—let’s be brutally frank here—looks a lot like making a resolution. Doesn’t it?

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The Anti-Resolution List: Things We Resolve NOT to Do This Year

January 8, 2016 by Women's Voices For Change

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We called for opinions in all moods: earnest, funny, snarky, wry, rueful . . . and almost immediately the “anti” posts came flowing in.

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New Year’s Day Resolution: Right-Sizing Life

January 1, 2016 by Patricia Allen

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By Patricia Yarberry Allen, M.D.

This year The Husband and I have decided to right-size our lives. Our resolution is to right-size the way we would like to live now. We want to have a smaller apartment in the city and find a house in the country, a house that is far enough away to prevent daily commuting into New York City but close enough for long weekends by car and convenient for family and friends to join us.

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Molly Fisk: Pick a Word for the Year

January 1, 2016 by Molly Fisk

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Choosing a word gives you something to explore, to look forward to and pay attention to as the weeks roll by. Sometimes you’ll forget your word and need to be reminded. But it’s working on you nonetheless, whether you pay careful attention or not. You’re in a relationship with it that will unfold, as opposed to a resolution, which is more of a chore to be done: it’s a finite idea with no room for movement, it chides you.

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Roz Warren: Less Is Less

December 29, 2015 by Roz Warren

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I can’t afford the world travel, the pricey coffee table art books and the expensive restaurant meals that I used to enjoy. Do I miss those things? Not enough to return to the rat race that makes them possible. This is what I’ve discovered — having less means having less stress.

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Molly Fisk: The Swan

December 26, 2015 by Molly Fisk

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When I’m feeling insane about the relentless materialism of an American Christmas, I go visit the swans. I want you to go, too. Take your binoculars, camera, mittens, and a thermos of hot cider. Bring your kids and your father-in-law. Forget about gravy and piles of presents under the tree. Instead, stand in the stark landscape of winter and gaze at a different Christmas miracle: swans by the murmuring acre.

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Christmas Envy

December 21, 2015 by Grace Graupe-Pillard

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By Grace Graupe-Pillard

I have never seen a tree, whether at Rockefeller Center or The White House, that can compare to the ones that a New York City “five and dime” store on 181st Street, just off Broadway erected for Christmas, covered with glittering baubles, and flakes of snow, with the height and mass of a mountain crowned by a brilliant golden star. A tree that tapped into a child’s hunger for inspiration and enchantment.

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Molly Fisk: Cats at Christmas

December 19, 2015 by Molly Fisk

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I thought about putting up a Christmas tree this year, and then I just started to laugh. A person with seven cats, four of them teenagers, would have to be seriously deluded to put up a tree and think it would stay standing for even one night.

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I’m a Jew in a Christmas Book

December 17, 2015 by Roz Warren

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By Roz Warren

The one thing all these stories have in common is an enduring sense of Jewish identity. All of us have found that even as we encounter and embrace a diversity of traditions, we remain Jews. You can have a Christmas tree in your house, put on a Santa suit and distribute holiday gifts to the homeless, or delight in the gigantic illuminated rotating Frosty the Snowman on your neighbor’s roof and still be Jewish.

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Molly Fisk: Surprise Me

December 12, 2015 by Molly Fisk

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After the first really fallow year of my writing life, I’m trying to coax myself into producing more poems. Last year someone hugely important to me died. The next three poems I wrote were about his death, and then I just stopped cold.

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