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Goldens Are Never Just Dogs (opens the original)
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Last Wednesday, September 2, Tucker Budzyn died, and I cried.Like really cried.Which might sound strange because I never met Tucker. Most of us didn’t. But if you have spent any amount of time on social media over the last several years, especially if you are a Golden Retriever person, you probably knew him. That face. Those expressions. His personality. The sheer joy of him.<a class="image-link image2" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!wXHB!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/h
I Don't Want to Retire from a Life I'm Still Building (opens the original)
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Something happens somewhere around 60. The conversation around you begins to change.People start asking when you’re going to retire. Financial articles talk about how much money you’ll need to stop working. Friends begin talking about downsizing, Social Security, Medicare, moving somewhere warmer, or colder, or closer to family, working a few more years and then being “done,” and moving toward the “bucket list” as if the end is around the corner.There is this quiet cultural assumption that by th
The Birthday After (opens the original)
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Several weeks ago, I turned sixty-two.For the first time in years, I thought I’d finally figured birthdays out.The weeks leading up to the day felt...different.Calmer.There wasn’t the familiar heaviness sitting in my chest. There wasn’t the dread that had quietly accompanied birthdays for decades. Instead, I felt peaceful. Almost excited. I found myself thinking, There is still so much life ahead.I remember walking the dogs that morning when a dear friend called and sang “Happy BirthdayR
I Always Knew My Day Would Come (opens the original)
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I noticed something surprising the day her letter arrived.Not because of what she wrote.Because of what happened inside me.There was a brief tightening in my chest.A familiar heaviness.A little girl inside quietly whispered,“Here we go again.”For just a moment, she believed what she had believed so many years ago.You’ve been left.Then something happened that would have been impossible for me many years earlier.</sp
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