March 7, 2020

I met with my cochlear implant surgeon this week and received what I’ve billed “The Surgery Box.” The box contains all I need to be prepared for getting cut open, apparently. The surgeon was the 11th appointment I’ve had on this journey so far (not counting the 3 ear infection appointments). The health plan is really getting a workout this year.
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My first appointment was with the somber audiologist, who confirmed that my hearing had in fact taken a dump (technical term).
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She sent me to an Ear Nose and Throat doctor who was called a surgeon. I thought that meant he was the one who would do the implant. But no. I was going...

February 21, 2020

So. I’m going deaf.
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Well, that’s hardly news. I’ve been marching towards deaf my whole life, it seems.
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They first noticed it in elementary school, when someone finally caught me cheating during one of those hearing tests where we all climbed into a motorhome-type vehicle, put on headphones, closed our eyes, and raised our hands when we heard the beeps. I didn’t hear the beeps, but I also didn’t close my eyes completely, so I just raised my hand when the other kids did. After a couple years the adults noticed this and had me stay behind to take the test by myself.
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And that’s when I started taking hearing tests in littl...

January 9, 2020

I met Gary DeGennaro only a few months ago. I noticed through social media that he was doing some work for Camp Fire survivors so I reached out to him about getting some donations up to Magalia. He'd purchased a huge box truck through the nonprofit he started, Lifeline Disaster Relief, and was making regular runs up to the fire-ravaged areas with goods for survivors.
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We met, he loaded up his truck, and off he went. This was a regular occurrence for us. He was always ready and willing to help in any way he could and seemed genuinely excited to have the opportunity. He was always smiling, even when I was pretty sure he was...

December 13, 2019

When I was in high school I met a woman named Elaine Garcia Fischer. She was the stepmom of a boy I was dating. She was no longer married to the boy’s father, but the kid needed a place to land and she took him in. He was her son.
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When the boy was just out of high school he was in a horrible car accident and was paralyzed. Elaine was his support system in the hospital and once he came home. She showed up for him, again.
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10 years later I reconnected with the boy and he told me that Elaine was sick. She had a genetic liver disease and she needed a transplant. She was so sick. At one point she got taken off the transplant...

October 25, 2019

I just found out the 3rd Edition of my first book is out and for sale! I do so love NonRunner's, everything that led me to writing it, all the places it ended up taking me. I added some content to this new version and wanted to share an edited down version of my favorite new chapter - An Epilogue to My Epilogue. It's a long read about how I almost didn't finish my marathon, and it's "Deep Thoughts by Dawn" mode, you've been warned:
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If you recall, my knee finally had enough of long-distance running around Mile 12 of my 26.2-mile marathon, leaving me to walk/drag my leg the rest of the way. Another fun feature of Mile 12...

October 24, 2019

I work from home and I have so little time to do ALL THE THINGS before the kids are home from school. Consequently, I’ve developed a moderate to severe addiction to all things delivered. DoorDash for lunch, Instacart for groceries, and Amazon for everything else I could ever want in this life.
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I know I’ve made it clear that I’m not a fan of people, and that’s true, but I am a fan of individuals. It’s when the individuals get into a group that I get a little weary. But one on one, I enjoy hearing people’s stories. And lately I’ve been entertained by the stories of the various people who deliver stuff to my house all day.
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August 30, 2019

Today I put out a call to help local homeless kids. Within minutes I was connected with several people looking to help. Some people who come through every time I organize a project and other individuals I’ve never met. Several of these people have started their own nonprofits. One woman is supplying us with 17 purses full of items for our homeless teens. I’ve never met this woman.
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Then one of my lifelong friends moved mountains so that our nonprofit could accept thousands of dollars (26 pallets) of donated new items for Camp Fire survivors. I met a complete stranger out at the delivery site and we took inventory. We spoke...

January 5, 2018

"When you adopt a dog from a shelter do you pick them or do they pick you?" Vivian asked.

"Probably a little of both," I answered.

When I adopted Nola he was one of a litter of pomeranians. He was the first to run over to me and he immediately plopped his puppy body in my lap. A few days later I took him home.

I put him on the passenger's seat, but he decided my lap was where he would reside during this, and all future, car rides. He rested his little head on my knee and didn't budge.

I took him to see my parents that first day. He stayed on my lap the whole visit. I was his.

Every night after work we'd go to a dog park to burn...

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Dawn is a mom, writer, and designer from Sacramento, CA. She is tired.

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