Broomstick lace for a happy place

As a young person, my mom and I sat on the couch in her “good room” where absolutely no toys were allowed –through the entrance that she only used for guests- and she taught me a few simple stitches of crochet. There I watched Mom work on a blanket, and she would pause to demonstrate loops …

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Shock & awe

Hello.  And happy day-after Thanksgiving to you.  I have a lot to be grateful for.  Simple joys that make the heart full: God, my husband, children, a house, food on the table, and a warm bed to sleep in.  But, sit at my table with me, have a hot cup of tea and talk for a …

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Rice replacement. Endocrinologist replacement?

Good morning everyone, or good day, as it were.  Did I mention I’ve been watching British comedies? I have recently enjoyed a local playhouse’s live theatrical production where the actors employed a British accent as well. Shout-out to all the Mousetrap players! Right, moving along… if you are looking to adopt a Paleo lifestyle, or …

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One Hundred Days with Hashimoto’s. Day 21: Nothing personal

His chair squeaked as he shifted the weight of his tall frame on the doctor’s stool.  Sitting across from him and beside my baby girl who was in her carseat, I felt at ease about my appointment.  It’s always conversational and comfortable there. “Medicine isn’t what you think it is, Jessica.  It’s a business, nothing personal.  Strictly business,” he conveyed. …

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One Hundred Days with Hashimoto’s. Day 16: The Disasters of Brain Fog

I’d reach for something, try to pick it up, and it would slip.  Dropping things and incoordination or loss of balance became a daily occurrence.  I need more rest, the baby has been keeping me up at night.  It’s just that I need sleep.  She was only a few months old, and convinced it was sleep-deprivation–and …

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One Hundred Days with Hashimoto’s. Day 15: Claire’s our guest, for part two.

Welcome back.  We are continuing an interview with our guest, Claire Moffatt of Nutrient Dense Eating by Claire.  Recently, she shared with me her journey to a diagnosis but today Claire tells how choices with food affect her symptoms and quality of life with this disease. Let’s get back to Part 2 with Claire from our conversation on …

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One Hundred Days with Hashimoto’s. Day 14: Welcome, Claire! Her story.

Please welcome my guest today, Claire Moffatt.  Like others who have searched for answers over the course of many years, she tells a story you might find echoing your very own.  She has always been interested in health and wellness, but after not feeling well for many years Claire was propelled to dive deeper with the Institute …

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One Hundred Days with Hashimoto’s. Day 13: Policeman’s Heel

This here Hashimoto’s stuff is a bag of tricks, right?!  -Itis this, and -itis that. That suffix means inflammation.  I am inflamed.  All the more reason for me to be prepping for the Autoimmune Protocol I’m beginning in September.  I’ll get the kids settled into school, and begin carving out time to remedy some of …

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One Hundred Days with Hashimoto’s. Day 10: Update

The morning it happened, when my heart raced, followed an evening like this: Went to bed at midnight, woke up to feed the baby, it was 5:00 am or so.  While I was awake, I took my Hashimoto’s prescription medicine. Went back to bed until 7am.  That makes 2 hours of absorption time before eating. …

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One Hundred Days with Hashimoto’s. Day 8: Take a lesson from her

Her slightly nasal Brooklyn accent is exaggerated when she’s cross. “Eleven feet short?  I could understand eleven inches, but eleven feet?!”  Philan had ordered carpet to be laid in the basement of her home (and she also agreed to let me share her story here).  The installation was scheduled in advance of having company stay overnight, and …

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