At a class IV Rapid on the Connecticut River during my Source to Sea Paddle

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  • Bugs!

    By Mary Anderson I’m thrilled. My van windshield is full of dead bugs. Over the last number of years I have noticed I seldom needed to clean my windshield of dead bugs. It has concerned me. I know that many cities spray to kill black flies and mosquitoes. Farmers spray insecticides. And undisturbed natural habitats…

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  • More Kindness

    By Mary Anderson To soothe the little parts of myself that were so shaken up by hitting a deer, I stopped and tried to buy myself a hot chocolate. I say “tried” because when I went to the checkout with my cup overflowing with cocoa piled high with whipped cream, I was told by the…

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  • Oh, Deer!

    By Mary Anderson It wasn’t revenge. I swear. I know that deer are a vector of Lyme disease, and having just been diagnosed with it, it might seem I did it on purpose. I was tootling along Highway 80-West in Iowa. It was dark—about 4 a.m. local time. A big, beautiful deer ran right out…

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  • Focus

    By Mary Anderson Just before I left home I noticed a telltale bullseye on my ankle. “Just what I need,” I thought. “Lyme disease.” I stopped at a clinic on the way out of Vermont and filled the prescription for the heavy-hitting three weeks of antibiotics. Both the doctor and the pharmacist told me, “Make…

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  • Ready to Go

    By Mary Anderson I am making the last preparations before I leave home. I have the van mostly packed. My food boxes are ready to go out. My pack awaits a few last-minute items but is otherwise ready for adventure. I’ve got food to eat while driving across country. I even have my dishes done.…

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  • Hiking, Writing, and Healing

    May 21, 2021 By Mary Anderson As far back as I can remember, I have lived with dissociation that comes with post-traumatic stress. In my early childhood, to survive severe abuse I created separate places in my being where certain experiences lived, walled off from the rest of myself and not able to interact with…

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