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    Giving thanks during the COVID-19 outbreak

    It’s completely understandable to be stressed out by the pandemic. After all, this new strain of coronavirus is affecting every aspect of society. Many people are becoming sick, some critically so. Others are worried about contracting the virus or passing it on to vulnerable populations.

    Today, I’d like to share my gratitude for some of the people whose words and actions are helping us through this difficult time. Thank you to:

    First responders, who continue to fight fires, keep the peace, ensure public safety and provide help during such a trying time.

    Doctors, nurses and medical personnel, who are working tirelessly to care for the sick and dying. You are literally putting your lives on the line and that sacrifice is appreciated.

    Scientists and researchers, who are studying the causes, spread, identification and treatment of the virus, and attempting to find ways to mitigate its effects.

    Educators, who are adapting at lightning speed to a completely new form of teaching in order to provide an education to millions of children and adults.

    Utilities and cities, for keeping the electricity on, the water clean, the trash removed and the internet running, and for agreeing to continue providing service, even when people cannot afford it.

    Thousands of companies in a wide variety of fields, that are producing much-needed goods and supplies while also helping their employees deal with this difficult situation.

    Distribution center staff, pilots and truck drivers, for organizing and transporting these goods around the country.

    Local businesses, for figuring out novel ways to provide goods and services to the community.

    Postal workers and delivery drivers, for serving as a crucial lifeline to people who are self-isolated, quarantined, disabled, elderly and otherwise home-bound.

    Grocery stores and pharmacies, for handling an insane influx of customers, many of whom are panicked and not thinking rationally.

    Senior center workers and home caregivers — your efforts in helping the most vulnerable in our society are too often overlooked.

    Public transit workers, gas station attendants, convenience store clerks, baristas and restaurant staff, for helping all the folks who can’t work from home stay mobile, fed and caffeinated.

    The staff and volunteers who work in zoos and animal shelters, for providing food, water, shelter and care to the creatures that live there.

    Cleaning specialists, facilities staff and public works crews, for sanitizing public spaces.

    Artists, comedians, actors, musicians and writers whose talent lifts our spirits and free our minds.

    Neighbors and volunteers, who are assisting others when they can and self-isolating when they must.

    My colleagues in the media, who are covering every aspect of this pandemic in order to provide useful and accurate information to a worried public. Please remember that this is a marathon, not a sprint, so try to take a break and get some rest every once in a while.

    Monty Don, the cast and crew of “Love Your Garden,” “Big Dreams, Small Spaces” and “Gardeners’ World,” as well as the gardening experts on YouTube, for giving me the tools I need to learn a new skill and for providing me with a reason to look forward to the future.

    Everyone at America’s Test Kitchen and “The Great British Baking Show,” for cooking/baking help and inspiration.

    My husband, family, friends and cats, for keeping me sane.

    The late Fred Rogers, for this sage advice.

    Mister rogers quote

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    Reading recommendations from the dead

    People often ask me where to find new books to read. I tell them to peruse book reviews, ask friends for recommendations and read profiles of authors. I also encourage them to go on treasure hunts, discovering books by wandering through a book store or library. You never know what wonders you’ll find, particularly on the upper or lower shelves.

    Today I realized that I also find good book suggestions by reading obituaries. The obit may be about an author who wrote in a genre I favor. Or the deceased may have lived a particularly interesting life and because an obituary is just a snapshot, I yearn to learn more. Either way, I’ll make a point of hunting down related titles and adding them to my “to be read” bookcase.

    Driven by Mike CaffertyI did it again today after reading Maureen O’Donnell’s wonderful obituary for Michael Cafferty, a 49-year-old Chicago attorney who overcame more obstacles than I will (hopefully) ever face. Cafferty’s memoir, “Driven,” was published mere days before he died.

    And now that I own a copy, I’m really looking forward to reading it.

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    A rose by any other name

    Twenty years ago, I became Jade Walker. For those who didn’t know, this was not the name my parents gave me at birth. It’s one I adopted back in 1999.

    My reasons for making the decision were many: a terrible birth name, literary inspiration, the desire to cheat death. Thankfully, the alteration process was relatively simple. I just went down to the courthouse, completed some forms, paid $200 and waited for a judge to approve my application. Once it was clear that I wasn’t planning to change my name for fraudulent reasons, the request was granted.

    Selecting a new name takes careful consideration. It is more powerful than any spell and more permanent than a tattoo. You need to make sure the words feel right on your lips, on the page, in your life.

    As many married women know, it’s the paperwork processing of a name change that’s a hassle. Once you adopt the new name, you have to request that every document and form of identification, every bill you receive and every service account you utilize agree to forever use the updated moniker. It takes time but most of the world eventually catches up to your new identity (although you will receive mail under both names for many years to come).

    There are fun aspects to this change, though. Creating a new signature was a treat and I practiced until writing it flowed with ease. Discovering my new initials also prompted a few laughs. I even got to imagine new nicknames and anagrams.

    I had my original name for 26 years and my current one for 20. While there are people in my life who first knew me by the old name, they rarely use it. Most respected my wishes and kindly changed their identifying habits. Several friends told me that the new name suits me better. I wholeheartedly agree. It is as Jade Walker that I’ve felt most myself, as if I’ve always been this person with this name. Adopting it as my own was one of the best decisions I ever made.

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    Bast And The Bad Place

    I finished work in a very bad place.

    I’d sat at my desk around 9 p.m. on Thursday, determined to stay in a “Friday” frame of mind. Minutes after opening a browser, however, I discovered that the United States had assassinated the highest ranking Iranian general in an airstrike. This development did not bode well for the future, which quickly became evident when “World War 3” became the number one trending topic on Twitter. Like me, others were remembering history and examining the possible geopolitical chess moves that were likely to occur in the coming days.

    It didn’t take long for Iran to react, and as you can imagine, its leaders were furious. The U.S. president responded by tweeting a pixelated American flag. Republicans backed his play. Democrats decried the use of force without Congressional approval. Liberals urged leaders to be cautious; they also suggested such an attack was meant to dissuade Americans from voting out an impeached president during such a scary moment in time. And the hawks began to “Cry ‘Havoc,’ and let slip the dogs of war.”

    Historians and security experts suggested that retaliation was bound to occur and offered various possible scenarios, many of which escalated to apocalyptic levels. Political leaders in target cities began to take measures meant to increase security — or at least provide a sense of it. One poor fellow disembarked from a plane at LAX late last night only to discover the airport was filled with soldiers. What could have possibly happened while he was in the air, he wondered.

    As the night wore on, I noticed that many of the people in my cyber social circle couldn’t sleep. Oh, a few dropped off with plans to disappear into a book or a marathon of streaming shows, and really, who could blame them? Others kept returning to the Web, desperately searching for more information.

    That’s where I came in.

    I spent the overnight hours tracking these conversations, weeding through the chaff and searching for news. By the end of my shift, our news org had published nearly a dozen stories about the assassination, including an article detailing Iran’s promised response, a profile of the slain general and a look back at the president’s past comments on launching a war with Iran during an election year. All of the other terrible things happening in the world — the devastating fires in Australia, the deadly floods in Indonesia, the upcoming impeachment trial in the Senate, the continued separation and detention of families on the southern border, yet another woman making allegations of sexual misconduct against the president — were pushed down the page to make way for this latest calamity.

    When my 10-hour shift finally ended, I had a migraine. My chest felt tight. Every muscle in my neck and shoulders and back was tense in a way I hadn’t felt since the middle of November when I was able to take a vacation and enjoy the holidays. Alas, that sense of peace and relaxation was gone.

    So when morning came and the daywalkers took over, I shut down my computer and retired to the chair in the library. To my right was a stack of books, my iPad and a large cup of tea. Chilled by the events of the night, which continued to swirl inside my head, I donned a blanket and put up the footstool. Mere moments later, Bast sent me a couple of kitties to begin the process of detoxifying my mind. Treacle settled on my lower legs and purred herself to sleep. Choux leaped into my lap and softly kneaded my belly. Chai hopped onto my chest and demanded affection. Thoroughly covered in feline therapy, I closed my eyes, took my first deep breath of the night and silently thanked her for their help.

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    Quote of the week

    “Ask yourselves as you go about your daily lives: How am I using my talents to help society? Because the most powerful lesson here is if more people lived their lives trying to be famous in death, the world would be a much better place.” —Lux Narayan