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Writer & Contemplative Practice Guide holding space for people cultivating a foundation of a stable mind, embodied compassion and wisdom. CYT 500

Something Good

1. Poetry: The Mirror and Sometimes Grief Looks Like This and Playing with the Wild Child and One Story of How We Make It Through and Thanksgiving and all the poems on her website tagged “Thanksgiving” from Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, Gloria Mundi by Michael Kleber-Diggs and The Eulogy I Didn’t Give (I) by Bob Hicok from Maggie Smith on The Slowdown, Egg Tooth by Benjamin Garcia, In Praise of Quiet and Awakening with Crow and Species of Least Concern by Julie Barton, and Missed Flight by James Crews.

2. From Isabel Abbott: A Private Atlas and The Shape of Control.

3. The Address of Grief by Laura Lentz on Writing at Red Lights. “Grief is the edge of a cliff, my friends, but it’s also a portal.”

4. Tig Notaro on grieving poet and friend Andrea Gibson on Anderson Cooper’s All There Is. “Comedian Tig Notaro recently witnessed the death of her friend, poet Andrea Gibson, after a years-long battle with cancer. Being by Andrea’s bedside was a profound experience for Tig and she talks about its impact on her in this moving and at times funny conversation.”

5. ‘Stop the Insanity: Finding Susan Powter’ Review: Struggles of ’90s Wellness Guru Get Intriguingly Intimate, if Not Informative, Doc Treatment. “Zeberiah Newman’s documentary finds Susan Powter in Las Vegas and explores her life, celebrity and hopes for a comeback.”

6. Why People Keep GLP-1s Like Ozempic, Mounjaro & Wegovy A Secret“One notable exception in the new era of tell-all beauty? Weight-loss injections.”

7. Signs you might live in a cult on Supernuclear. “An interview with cult journalist and author Ellen Huet, author of Empire of Orgasm: Sex, Power, and the Downfall of a Wellness Cult.”

8. Don’t Recommend a Book to Bryan Washington (Unless You’re a Bookseller) on The New York Times. (gift link) “His new novel, ‘Palaver,’ observes how an expat in Japan and his visiting mother find ‘a new language and way of being that’s amenable for them both.'”

9. Roda Ahmed Tells Us: About Listening to the Silence on Cheryl Strayed’s Dear Sugar, “another installment of my occasional Tells Us series, in which I ask an author to tell us about five things.”

10. Haiku Comics Pep Talk. “Exercises in brevity” from Connie Sun. #2 is my favorite.

11. 27 Holiday Self Care Ideas: Simple Ways to Take Care of Yourself Over the Holidays and The Quiet Power of 8 Gentle Habits That Simplify Your Day from Courtney Carver on Be More With Less.

12. Out the Front Door by Beverley Stevens on Short Reads. *sob*

13. Good stuff from Open Secrets Magazine: The Owl Remains (“On whittling a life down to what matters, and why one lamp still stays with me”) and When I’m Alone, I Try on All My Jeans (“Is my fashion obsession self-soothing or self-abusing?”).

14. How to Stop Waiting for “Better” and Start Living Now. “What If This Is It? Learning to Live Fully With Limitations” by Elizabeth Kleinfeld.

15. Mystery of the Missing Mail on Trackless Wild with Janisse Ray.

16. National Geographic photos for 2025 ‘Pictures of the Year.’

17. The one change that worked: I had Sad and felt desperate – until a scientist gave me some priceless advice. “Since I was a teenager I had struggled in winter, experiencing excessive tiredness and low mood. A specific instruction lifted the gloom.”

18. The Joy of Doing Nothing in Retirement on The Wall Street Journal. “How often have we heard it: Stay busy to make the most of the time we have left. But there’s a lot to be said for doing the opposite.”

19. Now and Forever. “The gift of presence” by Jena Schwartz.

20. Building a Personal Cartography of Pain. “Learning to name what hurts” by Patti Digh.

21. This Year’s Thanksgiving Surprise: Half of the Guests Are Stoned on The Wall Street Journal. “What started as a secret trip to smoke pot before dinner has mushroomed into a full-blown commercial holiday. Behold the ‘cousin walk.’”

22. Friendsgiving 101: A history of the made-up holiday and how to celebrate it.

Gratitude

1. Morning walks. I got to do all of them except for one this week, as Eric was gone for a conference. Because he and Ringo get up at 4 am, I adjusted my schedule, or rather adhered to theirs, and because we were up so much earlier and I was so tired, I was afraid if I sat down for a bit before we walked, I wouldn’t want to get back up again, so we walked early enough that we only saw the very beginnings of the sunrise and walked mostly in the dark. And yet, the sky was clear most of the week, so we got to see tons of stars.

2. Celebrating birthdays. This week, I turned 58 and Ringo turned 12. His birthday in particular made me super happy — I’ve never had a truly old dog, and every year he gets closer. He’s doing so well right now that I think it might take him a few more years to seem like he’s anything close to “old.” My last two birthdays have made me sad, with my dad and Eric’s mom being gone and my mom not here in the same way, with all the cards and calls that don’t come. And one thing I forgot about being off Facebook is all those birthday wishes wouldn’t come either. “It’s my party, and I’ll cry if I want to…” And yet, it made me that much more grateful for the wishes that did come, and each one seemed so much sweeter.

3. Funny women. Last night, I got to see Jackie Kashin and Maria Bamford along with my funny friends Barb and Chloe’ and Laura and Jen. We laughed so hard, our faces hurt. I’ve seen both of them perform a couple of times before and they never disappoint. Making people laugh is a type of magic and laughing together is medicine.

4. Ringo. I was worried that without Eric here to “beat him down” (it’s all in good fun and Ringo loves it, I swear) and his afternoon walks, he’d be restless, but he was so good for me, so sweet, and it was kind of nice to have him all to myself, although I missed Eric like crazy and would always rather have him here too.

5. My tiny family, small house, little life. I’m so glad Eric is back home now and we are going to all be together in the same place for a week of rest and relaxation over Thanksgiving break. I’m so grateful for my life!

Bonus joy: birthday cake, Hendrix’s school picture, a hot cup of coffee and warm mug of tea, taking care of myself, canceling things I don’t have the capacity for, how when you are reading multiple books they start being in conversation with each other in ways you couldn’t have predicted, flower seeds from Chloe’, the way people swap and share plants like how I have four different kinds of irises and they were all gifts from someone else’s garden, stickers, picking out a sticker to go on a new blank notebook and how sometime when I’m looking for a particular notebook from a specific time I recognize it because of the sticker on the front, down blankets and pillows, leftovers, grocery shopping, $.70 off per gallon of gas because of grocery rewards points that pile up because my car is a hybrid (and Eric’s an electric) and I don’t drive that many miles because I would almost always rather stay home and when I do go somewhere it’s usually only a few miles away, having so many trails close by I can walk Ringo every day and each walk is in a different location, how we always have the radio on playing music or episodes of Dateline or old radio shows from the “Golden Age of Radio” in the 30s and 40s, other people’s dogs and kids, Reddit (where I’m spending way too much time now that I’m not on Facebook or Instagram), The Lincoln Center, Zoom, grapefruit Bubly, naps, libraries and librarians, poetry and poets, first responders, texting with my brother, good TV (which is sometime bad TV too), streaming content, listening to podcasts, mood lighting, twinkle lights, all the Christmas lights going up, that one house that decorates their yard for Christmas with nothing but dog decorations, watercolor, glue stick, talking to Mom on the phone for a few minutes on my birthday, the voice note Jessamy sent of the kids saying “Happy Birthday, Auntie Jill,” what Chris wrote on the card he sent me, his tender heart, reading in bed at night while Ringo and Eric sleep (which I get to do tonight after four nights without the Eric half).