Lifestyle

Molly Fisk: World Peace

By Molly Fisk
World peace could be achieved by more people using their turn signals. In 30 years, children all over the world — a kinder, more peaceful world — will thank you.
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Lifestyle

Molly Fisk: Not Precisely the Right Word

By Molly Fisk
My friends and I are of a certain age, which means that a) we forget things, and b) we don't jump to our phones to look up what we've forgotten. We're of the generation that still likes the meandering conversational process of trying to figure out what the word was.
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Health

Diagnosis and Treatment of Hypertension

By Dr. Kirsten O. Healy
Nearly 75 million adults in the United States have high blood pressure or hypertension, with more people dying of hypertension-related cardiovascular disease than from the next three deadliest diseases combined.
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Lifestyle

Molly Fisk: I Have No Parents

By Molly Fisk
This year, I feel as though winter isn’t just one in a comforting circle of seasons, to be followed by spring and then summer again. I’m getting the creepy feeling that my life is heading into its winter, and in the metaphor of a life, you only get one round.
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Emotional Health

Giving Thanks: The Power of Gratitude

By Cecilia M. Ford, Ph.D.
Whether in terms of enhancing mental health or preventing mental illness, gratitude is one of life’s most vitalizing ingredients. Clinical trials indicate that the practice of gratitude can have dramatic and lasting positive effects in a person’s life.
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Poetry

Poetry Sunday: “Perhaps the World Ends Here,” by Joy Harjo

By Rebecca Foust
I looked hard to find a poem for Thanksgiving that could honor a long-cherished American tradition without glossing over the darker elements of the colonial relationship between our pilgrim ancestors and Native Americans. This poem, opening with a shared meal around a kitchen table, and written by a member of the Creek Nation strikes a good balance.
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Lifestyle

Molly Fisk: Oregon Creek

By Molly Fisk
A small creek joins the river here and a rope swing hangs over the bank. I sat listening to the sound for a while, and then wrote a poem about it, mentioning God, which is strange, since I'm a lapsed Unitarian and don't believe in God.
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