Author Archives: shannonbeck2

Aging and snus

It astounds me sometimes that I come from snus-chewing, John Deere loving, gun-toting rednecks. Not that I don’t exhibit a bit that charm still, lucky you. We all grew up with strange and inappropriate colloquialisms that we do not realize … Continue reading

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Welcome to the island of misfit toys

Life is juxtaposition. Anxiety and fear are interrupted by beauty. We may experience deep love and also painful disappointment and even hatred toward someone. While a child is being born, someone else is passing away. 2016 has been particularly intense … Continue reading

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Delusions of goodness

The thing about marriage is that eventually, your beloved sees what a jerk you are. And they tell you about it. (Insert Snoopy disappointment noise.) Research indicates that we consider ourselves far more kind and benevolent than we are. I … Continue reading

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Is there something in the water?

Just when I think I am making stuff up in my head about there being “thin” places, I fall into one again. Frankly, much of this talk about personal energy fields can seem kinda eye-rolling. Except when it happens to … Continue reading

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When it ended

  “The good news is, I’m alive! The bad news is, I fell in a crevasse.” These words came to me while my husband, Doug, was driving down from Paradise base camp on Mt. Rainier to return home. “What?” I … Continue reading

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Patience

Gently, the sunrise slides through the maples and over the tops of shotgun houses onto my porch where I sit on red wicker, a coffee to my left crickets sing under coreopsis, an over-sized cicada whacks between shotgun houses. The … Continue reading

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Presidents, scissors, and weenie roasts

Judgmentalism feels like someone (maybe me?) took a big needle and thread and knitted my body too tightly together. Which might be good if it were creating space for oxygen and movement in my gravity-prone body or removing the fat … Continue reading

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