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Sep 22

Welcome to Our Menopausal New Sexy

Ointments, kazoo farts, and whatever passes for romance now

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Thoughtfultini Publication

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Jan 27

When People Are Still, They Find Peace

A Cross-Cultural Journey Into the Power of Stillness

When People Are Still, They Find Peace

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Women Write

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Jan 29

I’m Done Being the Bridge

Bridges are strong. They are also walked on.

Foggy wooden pedestrian bridge with golden railings curving toward giant stone hands emerging from the mist.

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Quirky Rants

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1d ago

I Rewatched The Day After Tomorrow, and I Have Concerns

One father. One apocalyptic blizzard. A pair of snowshoes. Several questions Hollywood hoped nobody would ask

Two bundled figures walk through a vast, snow-covered landscape in near-whiteout blizzard conditions. A row of fence posts stretches into the distance, disappearing into the thick snow and fog.

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Pragmatic Wisdom

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2d ago

The Six Minute Warning

How I Taught My Daughter to Dance With Change

A small wooden hourglass sits tilted among scattered pebbles, with blue sand flowing through its glass chambers. The background is softly blurred in muted green and earthy tones.

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Catharsis Chronicles

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2d ago

When Honesty Becomes a Red Flag

The complicated truth about chronic pain, alcohol, and the veterans who are struggling with both

A bright red flag waves from a tall flagpole against a pastel sky filled with pink, purple, and golden sunset clouds. Calm ocean waters and several small boats are visible in the distance.

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Contemplate

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Nov 3

I Volunteer as Tribute

On the discomfort women carry, the kindness we offer, and the things we cannot protect one another from

A woman wearing pink boxing hand wraps holds her fist toward the camera in a fighting pose, symbolizing strength, resilience, and breast cancer awareness.

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Crow’s Feet: Life As We Age

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Nov 3

The Inheritance We Refuse to Leave

Sometimes healing is measured by what the next generation never has to carry

White painted silhouettes of an adult and child holding hands on weathered pavement beside a cobblestone border, with scattered autumn leaves and a metal grate nearby.

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Modern Women

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Nov 2

What Breast Cancer Awareness Looks Like in a Family

Five sisters, generations of breast cancer, and the waiting that never quite ends.

A photograph accompanying a personal essay about Breast Cancer Awareness Month, family history, mammograms, and the emotional impact of breast cancer across generations of women.

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Modern Women

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Oct 24

Partnership Isn’t Political

Why the “Trad Wife” Panic Misses the Point

Smiling woman in a pink 1950s-style housewife dress and apron holds a freshly baked pie in a bright pink retro kitchen. Vintage cookware, pastel dishes, and a pink-and-white checkered floor create an idealized image of traditional domestic life.

Clare Donovan

Clare Donovan

I write about history, observation, and hope, looking for clarity in complicated times and the human stories that outlast the noise.

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