Call Grandma already

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Sometimes, the reason you feel like crap is obvious: You have a stomach ulcer because you’ve been eating Flamin’ Hot Cheetos for breakfast. But more often, suffering is disguised by numbness — a coping mechanism to get us through the day — making it much more difficult to identify the source of pain.

If you’re having trouble pinpointing the root of the problem, taking a small action outside of your normal routine can help. I’ve compiled this list of things you can try right now to feel better. If number one doesn’t work, keep moving down the list. Think of…


Planet Soul

It’s not about religion. It’s about being honest with yourself.

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It was Christmas Eve, but it sure didn’t feel like it.

The previous Christmas Eve, I’d watched a midnight Mass outside the Church of the Nativity in Bethlehem. I suppose it couldn’t get any more “Christmas” than that. But there had been snipers on the rooftops protecting the gathering from an ISIS threat — their eerie silhouettes surrounding Jesus’ supposed birthplace (which I’d recently learned was up for debate). And even without that added touch, the truth was that the Palestinians just didn’t celebrate Christmas like we did at Gramps’ condo in Sacramento.

But I was back with my family…


How I learned to let it grow

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W e were very young when we first met. I was eleven, maybe twelve. It seemed they had only just entered the world. Back then, I was enamored by their delicate, sprouting innocence — almost translucent in their infancy. They made me feel that I was truly becoming a woman, an entity with broiling passions and urges I didn’t understand. I often found my fingers weaving through them during class, cheeks burning hot when the teacher looked my way and shook me out of the haze. …


The death of George Floyd was a tipping point for me

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I’ve never had much to say about racial injustice.

Not because I don’t have opinions, but because I don’t feel qualified to provide an opinion regarding the subject. I’m a young, white woman. I don’t know what it’s like to be black. I’ve never lived in an American city. Growing up in a rural, Northern California county, I only know a handful of black people. I was raised by conservative parents in a household where I was taught to treat everyone the same, regardless of color. Yet when the Trayvon Martin shooting launched the “Million Hoodie March,” I, the same…


How the bread-making trend shows that we’re all plugged in to the motherboard

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I swear that I was ahead of the sourdough fad. Even though I birthed my first loaf just this morning, that slightly charred final product, which was gone by evening, took weeks of preparation to achieve.

By week two of quarantine (just a guess, as I no longer have a working concept of time) I was already baking bread. My first attempt was a simple French bread recipe that utilized the active dry yeast I’d long neglected in my fridge. The result was a bit bland and dismally pale in color, but it looked and tasted much like “real” bread…


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As you may have heard, this year was a rough one.

I don’t believe I’ve ever spent so much time by myself —or watching YouTube.

But it wasn’t all bad. Thanks to some outstanding creators on the platform, I never felt completely alone. And although I’m emerging from 2020 with a serious YouTube addiction, I think there are worse vices in which to find comfort.

So here are some YouTube channels from my subscription list that made me laugh, learn and even grow as a human being during this crazy ol’ pandemic.

Psychology in Seattle

Psychology in Seattle helped me tremendously in regulating…


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No, this isn’t the syrupy butterscotch drink you can buy at Harry Potter World, but it did inspire it. If you’re in the mood for a boozy, rich and aromatic experience this holiday season, Buttered Beere is just what you need. You’ll also impress your loved ones by offering them a hot sip of Tudor England that will DEFINITELY keep them plump and jolly through the winter months.

YouTube channel Tasting History with Max Miller introduced me to this recipe from 16th century cookbook The Good Huswifes Handmaide for the Kitchin. In short, ale makers would often add eggs, butter…


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A fellow freelance writer recently Tweeted:

“Working on a story I’m publishing independently this week and struggling with those ‘Nobody cares, just give up’ feelings. Anxiety sucks, please send validation.”

Ah, I thought, I know that feeling all too well. Sounds like a classic case of Writers’ Rejection Syndrome (WRS).

In fact, just this morning I had a bout of my own. A hiring manager who had reached out to me suggesting that I apply for an open PR position called to inform me that I would not be needed for an interview. The other applications were just too competitive…


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My room used to be a disaster. No exaggeration. I had to trudge through piles of clothing to get to the door and was cultivating penicillin in a mug on my nightstand. I was resigned to the environment which I had allowed to form around me, overwhelmed by the prospect of cleaning because there were even more daunting projects to tackle in the recesses of my closet, growing in size throughout many years of neglect. If you’d asked me to describe myself then, I’d say I was messy person, as if it was encoded in my DNA.

But then, something…


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I know that we’re in the midst of one of the most contentious elections in history , an economic crisis and a pandemic, but we need to talk about something important: I met an Eboy.

No, not eBay. That, I am dangerously familiar with. I said an Eboy.

If you don’t know what that is, it’s probably because you are a Medium subscriber, over the age of 19 and have never watched a Tik Tok in your life — except when one makes its way into the elderly pastures of Facebook.

Don’t be ashamed.

I, too, have never visited the…

Dakota Morlan

News reporter and writer from the land of bullfrogs, cattle and cannabis. To read more, visit dakotamorlan.com and subscribe. @DakotaNMorlan

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