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Late Bloomers
My husband and I are going through a time of marital restlessness. Not with each other, but with our life together of twenty-two years––the midlife of our marriage, maybe. The last time we felt this way was at the ten-year point. The result of that restlessness, in combination with opportunity and, we felt, calling, was a move from San Francisco to Salt Lake City. Two years, we thought. A whim, an experiment, a chance to....
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Life in the Graveyard
Just a few blocks from our house is the largest and oldest city cemetery in Salt Lake, rolling hills of headstones and grave markers as old as the 1800s and as new as this year. A grid of paved paths, the view of the mountains, and plentiful trees make it a good place to walk, and I’m there several times a week. I’ve gotten to know the dead....
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Family Tree
Lately I’ve been spending my Friday nights parked in front of the TV, too tired at the end of the week to focus on a movie or a book or much else. So I’ve gotten in the habit of watching this show called, Who Do You Think You Are? It’s sponsored largely by ancestry.com (described in its Wikipedia entry as “the largest for-profit genealogy company in the world”). Each episode features a celebrity on a quest to uncover....
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The Discipline of Faith
In my last post here, I’d just started on antidepressants and I wondered if not being in the depths of despair would make me forget God. The comments here and the notes that came to me via email helped me know that I was and am in good company with both my diagnosis and my fears about the effects of the “cure.” I’ve now been medicated about a month, and the primary area of relief is that I’m no longer....
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Prozac vs. Jesus
Diagnosis: Generalized anxiety disorder, mild to medium major depression (you read that right—it’s not an oxymoron), and a pinch of obsessive-compulsive personality disorder. I received this summary after speaking with a psychiatrist for an hour, a few weeks ago, finally ready to surrender to the idea that maybe, maybe, I didn’t need to endure days-long crying jags, uncontrollable fixation on....
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Issue 72
Memoir by Lauren Winner, Poetry by James Harpur, Art by Guy Chase and Adrian Wiszniewski
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