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Making the Best of an Unexpected Detour
This winter has been relentless. Illness, weather, and constant schedule changes have made even simple plans feel uncertain. What was meant to be a quick weekend trip to New Orleans recently turned into something much longer. A blizzard cancelled our flight home to New York, and in the moment, we made a last-minute decision to reroute to Puerto Rico. While the sunshine and ocean have been a gift, I arrived here still recovering from the flu, working remotely, keeping up with

Tammy Dukette
Feb 25


When the World Feels Upside Down
If you’ve felt like everything is a little…off lately, you’re not alone.The news cycle is relentless. Politics feels like a contact sport. School shootings shake any sense of safety we try to hold onto. People are arguing with strangers, family members, coworkers. And somehow, even in the middle of all that, someone stole a grandma. I mean…what? It’s a lot. And our nervous systems know it. When the outside world feels chaotic, our brains go into overdrive trying to make sense

Tammy Dukette
Feb 16


Still Cold. Still Here. Still Doing the Work.
Listen… it’s still cold.We’ve talked about the weather before, I know. But when it’s February and your car seat feels like a block of ice and the sun sets before your motivation kicks in, it matters. The cold has a way of slowing everything down—our bodies, our routines, our moods. And if we’re being honest, it can make even the smallest tasks feel heavier. So instead of pretending we’re all energized and thriving, let’s talk about something that actually fits this season: Ac

Tammy Dukette
Feb 11


Is It Spring Yet? Groundhog Day, Deep Freezes, and Our Collective Side-Eye
If you live in the Tri-State area, Groundhog Day doesn’t feel like a cute tradition—it feels personal. As of today, we’ve officially endured 240 straight hours of deep-freeze temperatures. That’s ten full days of bundling up, bracing against wind tunnels disguised as sidewalks, and asking ourselves the same question over and over again: Is it spring yet? Enter Punxsutawney Phil—our tiny, fur-covered meteorologist—popping up to tell us whether winter plans to linger. But wheth

Tammy Dukette
Feb 2
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