Today, readers, here in our bustling Heartlake City, it is an especially auspicious day! Today, we welcome the Snuggly Barker Shack to our Fair City!
The Snuggly Barker Shack is a non-profit organization that gives dogs who are deemed unadoptable based on medical conditions a sanctuary where they can live out their best years in a place where they are given appropriate medical treatment as well as all of the love and care that they can handle!
It’s bath time!All the sticks and bones a sick pup could chew!
Today is a very special day here at the Shack! Today is one of our pups rescue-vrsery! Only the finest snacks and treats will do and they have top of the line Pup Chef Camilla on the job!
Everyone is getting ready for Henry’s very special day!How about that drone footage, eh?! 😉
Our very own Shack was inspired by the Old Friends Senior Dog Sanctuary, place that provides a forever home sanctuary and fosters for old and sick dogs who would otherwise be euthanized. It’s only through the contributions of kind donors like you that Old Friends can cover the costs of every day expenses and veterinary care for so many senior pups!
Please consider donating or buying merch at their website https://ofsds.org/ or:
Checking out their upcoming DOGumentary
Reading their book, Homecoming Tails available here
Or play the mobile app game to support the shelter and devs! Play and set up your own senior sanctuary and care for the actual Old Friends pups to learn about their stories! Here
We here at the Heartlake Lego City Herald hope that you will help to support the Old Friends Senior Dog Sanctuary in any one (or more!) of the many ways we’ve listed above.
We hope you’ve enjoyed this second edition of the Heartlake City Herald! Please join us again next week to see what’s the brick deal in our Lego city here at home! Here to give you the big connect, this has been your hostess with the mostest, signing off!
This image is the original image that accompanied Scott Berinato’s article so, just like the article I share here for you, it is not mine.
So if I haven’t made it clear enough yet, this article isn’t written by me. It was written by the emotional intelligence genius that is Scott Berinato of the Harvard Business Review. I was having a lot of trouble sharing it in the usual way so that’s why I’m sharing it this way.
I’ve been sitting on this article for some time, almost a month since it’s posting on March 23rd, though I don’t know why. I found it so to the point, so moving and right to the heart of things (and to the heart of me). I don’t know why I felt the need to hoard it for so long when it really serves us all to learn how to handle this strange state of perpetual grief that has become our every day.
This grief that we all experience right now, this discomfort that has so far gone unnamed until Mr. Berinato put a name and face to it, seeps into our pores and bones. It leaves nothing untouched and unsullied. It is difficult to imagine mourning for something as intangible as what ‘was’. Yet that’s exactly what this is.
A nameless sadness that sits heavy in the chest. You can’t talk about it because you can’t define it, understand it, or even put a name to it.
So what do you do? How do you move past it?
Scott Berinato has a few things to say about it that I believe we all can benefit from. Words that may help to bring a better understanding to your own experience during these times of quarantine.
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Some of the HBR edit staff met virtually the other day — a screen full of faces in a scene becoming more common everywhere. We talked about the content we’re commissioning in this harrowing time of a pandemic and how we can help people. But we also talked about how we were feeling. One colleague mentioned that what she felt was grief. Heads nodded in all the panes.
If we can name it, perhaps we can manage it. We turned to David Kessler for ideas on how to do that. Kessler is the world’s foremost expert on grief. He co-wrote with Elisabeth Kübler-Ross On Grief and Grieving: Finding the Meaning of Grief through the Five Stages of Loss. His new book adds another stage to the process, Finding Meaning: The Sixth Stage of Grief. Kessler also has worked for a decade in a three-hospital system in Los Angeles. He served on their biohazards team. His volunteer work includes being an LAPD Specialist Reserve for traumatic events as well as having served on the Red Cross’s disaster services team. He is the founder of www.grief.com, which has over 5 million visits yearly from 167 countries.
Kessler shared his thoughts on why it’s important to acknowledge the grief you may be feeling, how to manage it, and how he believes we will find meaning in it. The conversation is lightly edited for clarity.
HBR: People are feeling any number of things right now. Is it right to call some of what they’re feeling grief?
Kessler: Yes, and we’re feeling a number of different griefs. We feel the world has changed, and it has. We know this is temporary, but it doesn’t feel that way, and we realize things will be different. Just as going to the airport is forever different from how it was before 9/11, things will change and this is the point at which they changed. The loss of normalcy; the fear of economic toll; the loss of connection. This is hitting us and we’re grieving. Collectively. We are not used to this kind of collective grief in the air.
You said we’re feeling more than one kind of grief?
Yes, we’re also feeling anticipatory grief. Anticipatory grief is that feeling we get about what the future holds when we’re uncertain. Usually it centers on death. We feel it when someone gets a dire diagnosis or when we have the normal thought that we’ll lose a parent someday. Anticipatory grief is also more broadly imagined futures. There is a storm coming. There’s something bad out there. With a virus, this kind of grief is so confusing for people. Our primitive mind knows something bad is happening, but you can’t see it. This breaks our sense of safety. We’re feeling that loss of safety. I don’t think we’ve collectively lost our sense of general safety like this. Individually or as smaller groups, people have felt this. But all together, this is new. We are grieving on a micro and a macro level.
What can individuals do to manage all this grief?
Understanding the stages of grief is a start. But whenever I talk about the stages of grief, I have to remind people that the stages aren’t linear and may not happen in this order. It’s not a map but it provides some scaffolding for this unknown world. There’s denial, which we say a lot of early on: This virus won’t affect us. There’s anger: You’re making me stay home and taking away my activities. There’s bargaining: Okay, if I social distance for two weeks everything will be better, right? There’s sadness: I don’t know when this will end. And finally there’s acceptance. This is happening; I have to figure out how to proceed.
Acceptance, as you might imagine, is where the power lies. We find control in acceptance. I can wash my hands. I can keep a safe distance. I can learn how to work virtually.
When we’re feeling grief there’s that physical pain. And the racing mind. Are there techniques to deal with that to make it less intense?
Let’s go back to anticipatory grief. Unhealthy anticipatory grief is really anxiety, and that’s the feeling you’re talking about. Our mind begins to show us images. My parents getting sick. We see the worst scenarios. That’s our minds being protective. Our goal is not to ignore those images or to try to make them go away — your mind won’t let you do that and it can be painful to try and force it. The goal is to find balance in the things you’re thinking. If you feel the worst image taking shape, make yourself think of the best image. We all get a little sick and the world continues. Not everyone I love dies. Maybe no one does because we’re all taking the right steps. Neither scenario should be ignored but neither should dominate either.
Anticipatory grief is the mind going to the future and imagining the worst. To calm yourself, you want to come into the present. This will be familiar advice to anyone who has meditated or practiced mindfulness but people are always surprised at how prosaic this can be. You can name five things in the room. There’s a computer, a chair, a picture of the dog, an old rug, and a coffee mug. It’s that simple. Breathe. Realize that in the present moment, nothing you’ve anticipated has happened. In this moment, you’re okay. You have food. You are not sick. Use your senses and think about what they feel. The desk is hard. The blanket is soft. I can feel the breath coming into my nose. This really will work to dampen some of that pain.
You can also think about how to let go of what you can’t control. What your neighbor is doing is out of your control. What is in your control is staying six feet away from them and washing your hands. Focus on that.
Finally, it’s a good time to stock up on compassion. Everyone will have different levels of fear and grief and it manifests in different ways. A coworker got very snippy with me the other day and I thought, That’s not like this person; that’s how they’re dealing with this.I’m seeing their fear and anxiety. So be patient. Think about who someone usually is and not who they seem to be in this moment.
One particularly troubling aspect of this pandemic is the open-endedness of it.
This is a temporary state. It helps to say it. I worked for 10 years in the hospital system. I’ve been trained for situations like this. I’ve also studied the 1918 flu pandemic. The precautions we’re taking are the right ones. History tells us that. This is survivable. We will survive. This is a time to overprotect but not overreact.
And, I believe we will find meaning in it. I’ve been honored that Elisabeth Kübler-Ross’s family has given me permission to add a sixth stage to grief: Meaning. I had talked to Elisabeth quite a bit about what came after acceptance. I did not want to stop at acceptance when I experienced some personal grief. I wanted meaning in those darkest hours. And I do believe we find light in those times. Even now people are realizing they can connect through technology. They are not as remote as they thought. They are realizing they can use their phones for long conversations. They’re appreciating walks. I believe we will continue to find meaning now and when this is over.
What do you say to someone who’s read all this and is still feeling overwhelmed with grief?
Keep trying. There is something powerful about naming this as grief. It helps us feel what’s inside of us. So many have told me in the past week, “I’m telling my coworkers I’m having a hard time,” or “I cried last night.” When you name it, you feel it and it moves through you. Emotions need motion. It’s important we acknowledge what we go through. One unfortunate byproduct of the self-help movement is we’re the first generation to have feelings about our feelings. We tell ourselves things like, I feel sad, but I shouldn’t feel that; other people have it worse. We can — we should — stop at the first feeling. I feel sad. Let me go for five minutes to feel sad. Your work is to feel your sadness and fear and anger whether or not someone else is feeling something. Fighting it doesn’t help because your body is producing the feeling. If we allow the feelings to happen, they’ll happen in an orderly way, and it empowers us. Then we’re not victims.
In an orderly way?
Yes. Sometimes we try not to feel what we’re feeling because we have this image of a “gang of feelings.” If I feel sad and let that in, it’ll never go away. The gang of bad feelings will overrun me. The truth is a feeling that moves through us. We feel it and it goes and then we go to the next feeling. There’s no gang out to get us. It’s absurd to think we shouldn’t feel grief right now. Let yourself feel the grief and keep going.
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Please go and spam this man with clicks. He deserves all of that sweet, sweet ad revenue that he can get. I sincerely encourage you to go and check out the original article here. HBR has several other COVID-related articles that were truly gems and that I really believe you may enjoy. For now, though, I will return to my own quarantine commiseration. As always,
**ADDS LOCATION OF ACCIDENT** This undated family photo provided by Jessie Crabtree shows back row from left: Anna Esh, John Esh, Amos Esh and his wife Mary and Abner Esh. Front row from left: Rachel Esh, Sadie Esh, Betty Esh and Rose Esh. Anna, John, Rachel, Sadie and Rose all died in the fatal vehicle accident on Interstate 65 early Friday morning March 26, 2010, near Munfordville, Ky., involving a tractor-trailer and a van.
There is a concept among those who honor their ancestors that a person can have bloodline ancestors and spiritual ancestors. Spiritual ancestors are people who you hold close to your heart, so close that you honor them as ancestors of your own.
Think adoption but with more grave dirt.
The Esh Family was one of these for me. They are among those that I hold as spiritual ancestors because of the deep and life changing connection that I found with them. I found a sort of delight in the simple acapella music that they created that had been released on both cd and YouTube. Unfortunately, the song that brought me to them was one played in a memorial video by YouTuber thevineyardworker after their tragic deaths on March 26, 2010. We’re almost upon the tenth anniversary of their loss and even now, their community and far beyond (evidence, yours truly) remembers that awful day. With that, I will put all levity aside from here. Their loss is not something I will embellish with humor.
The Esh family lost their lives when a tractor-trailer stuck their van while they traveled through Kentucky. They were on their way to a friend’s wedding in Iowa. Their two sons, Josiah and Johnny, were the only ones to survive the crash.
Still, that song and their story touched me in a way that I will carry with me forever and today I want to share it with you. This is their song Weep No More from their album Home. I hope that when you hear their song, you remember the Eshes and that life is a precious gift not meant to be squandered or wasted. How will you impact someone with your life? Maybe even your death?
Weep No More
We’re nearing the time when the pearly gates, Are closer than ever before.
I’ve seen just enough I can hardly wait to walk on that golden shore. Children of Zion, Weep no more.
Children of Zion, Weep no more.
We’re headed for that golden shore,
Where God’s holding open Heaven’s door, Children of Zion, Weep no more.
God’s calling His people here below to make the gospel known.
There are many partings here below but someday we’ll meet again. Children of Zion, Weep no more.
Children of Zion, Weep no more.
We are heading for that Golden shore where God’s holding open Heaven’s door.
Children of Zion, Weep no more.
I see my Lord unlocking the gates, a trumpet and Gabriel’s hand.
Just one more Valley and we’ll celebrate on that lovely golden stretch.
Children of Zion, Weep no more.
Children of Zion, Weep no more.
We are heading for that Golden shore where God’s holding open Heaven’s door.
Children of Zion, Weep no more.
Children of Zion, Weep no more.
I hope you find their song, perhaps even many of them, a comfort to you one day. They have been a warm comfort to me through many hardships.
In memoriam, here are the names of those who lost their lives in that fatal highway accident. May you take a moment to remember them today. Maybe light a candle, if one is available, just to show that or thoughts are still with them.
Even after all this time.
After all, the dead only really leave when we let them fade into forgotten-ness. With that, I leave you with a list of those who had lost their lives in that devastating accident ten years ago.
• John Esh, 64, Sadie’s husband
• Sadie Esh, 62, John’s wife
• Rose Esh, 40, John and Sadie’s daughter
• Anna Esh, 33, John and Sadie’s daughter
• Rachel Esh, 20, John and Sadie’s daughter
• Leroy Esh, 41, John and Sadie’s son
• Naomi Esh, 33, Leroy’s wife
• Jalen Esh, Leroy and Naomi’s infant son
• Joel Gingerich, 22, Rachel’s fiance
• Ashlie Kramer, 22, family friend
So take a moment while you wait for the coffee to brew or while you’re in the shower, wherever, to remember those who have gone before whether it be the Eshes or someone close to your own heart. Remember them and they will live on with us forever.
Okay so we all know that PETA is awful. Right? Can we all agree on that? It’s not exactly a secret after all. An example? Exhibit A.
Okay. Moving on.
I have a food allergy. A really freaking weird food allergy that makes my immune system respond if I eat anything coming from a mammal, including meats, dairy, and gelatin. It’s called an Alpha-gal allergy. I got it from a tick bite. Yes, it freaking sucks. No, I am not a healthier person because of it. I like cake and Oreos, okay? Obligatory exposition over.
I was looking up recipes for some tasty desserts online recently and came across a page for the top rated vegan desserts for this Valentine’s Day just past.
When I saw it was PETA site, I should have frikkin known not to get my hopes up.
I did not expect the first words I set my eyes to be,
“There ain’t nothing sweet about breaking a mother’s heart by stealing her calf and her milk, and there’s nothing to love about grinding up baby chicks or cramming gentle hens together in filthy, dank cages. If you’re trying to show your affection this Valentine’s Day (and beyond), you best leave eggs and dairy out of it!”
I know I’ve been trying to swear less in posts and just in general lately but grant me this one, yeah?
Holy F**cking Hell, PETA!
Dear PETA,
I know.
I know it’s hard. But could you try, just try, for one time not to be completely horrible? A solid effort is all I ask.
I mean, holy bleeding beefcakes! Are you fracking serious?
Now don’t get me wrong. I love animals. We had already cut out buying almost all of the beef from our household even before my food allergy, slowly making the transition to a more environmentally friendly, sustainable household. We had swapped all of our toiletries to vegan/cruelty free formulas, if not vegan brands altogether. Almost all of the clothes that I buy myself are second hand. We recycle and have even made strides towards growing some of our own food in recent years. We donate unwanted clothes instead of throwing them out.
We are an eco-friendly family.
But that sh*t is not helping anything or anyone.
Case in point? Even as a vegetarian, I was so horrified I immediately clicked right off.
And I know.
I know that their ultimate goal isn’t for me to see that there’s a really great dessert that I would definitely eat at a restaurant within 30 minutes of my house (number ten on their list). No, their goal is to get people talking about them. I suppose, in that regard, they have succeeded. I am, after all, talking about them.
Shouldn’t their goal, rather than something that seems a little self-serving more than anything, be to actually be helping animals though? Helping people make the change towards a more environmentally sustainable and eco-friendly lifestyle?
Because sure, I’m talking about it here today. Yet the way that PETA puts on the death and slaughter of animals and our environment as a whole as nothing but a horror show, is counterproductive. Much of the industrial raising, processing, and killing of animals for consumption and product manufacturing impacts our global wellbeing on an increasingly large scale and PETA is in a position to make a big impact on that. What are they doing instead? Becoming a gross-out factor that people simply write off and scoff at.
It’s not encouraging people to change their lifestyle habits in a positive and lifelong way. It’s getting them publicity of course but not in a way that is aiding their long-term goals, if actually helping animals and our planet actually is their long-term goal.
Putting on a show of horror and gore to encourage people to go vegetarian or vegan isn’t helping anyone. It’s not helping people go and stay that way. It’s not helping the homeless animals on the street or those being abused. It isn’t helping animals being used for blood sport like dog fighting or bull fighting. It isn’t helping wildlife conservation or enacting better policies that would make these goals possible.
What it’s doing is detracting and distracting from their own goals by turning people away from their message before they even bother to hear it simply because PETA’s name is attached to it.
Their methods have done the very thing that undermines their entire message.
They’ve become one of the single most disdained organizations in the country.
They’ve become…
A meme.
So, I ask again.
Dear, PETA. What the actual FAQ is wrong with you?
With Peace and Passion.
Ta!
This message brought to you by my deep and sudden need to go look up why cheesecake is called a cheesecake.
Edit: It’s classification as a cake is widely disputed but it’s called a cheesecake because, at least in our country, it’s made with cream cheese or ricotta cheese! In other countries, the ingredients are actually usually different. For example:
“The most prominent version of cheesecake in the Philippines is ube cheesecake. It is made with a base of crushed graham crackers and an upper layer of cream cheese and ube halaya (mashed purple yam with milk, sugar, and butter). It can be prepared baked or simply refrigerated. Like other ube desserts in the Philippines, it is characteristicaly purple in color.”
Today, I’m diving into Zen As F*ck, a mindfulness journal by Monica Sweeney! So let’s pull out some deep breathing exercising that you use with your screeching tots and finding our f*cking center.
The first thing you notice, and that I have to say about this journal, is that it is absolutely f*cking beautiful. Every page is ornamented with watercolors in a stunning array of color that makes even the staunchest of grouches pull out their phone to snap a quick new background pic.
The second thing? The gratuitous swears and “happy-ass vibes” that fill every page to bursting like a rain cloud exploding into a rainbows raining multicolored candies down from the heavens!
What is the maximum velocity of a Skittle anyways?
The point of all of this is, go buy this f*cking book. It’s beautiful, packed with moments for your happiest and most frustrating moments, and a hilarious way to get all of that bullsh*t off of your chest!
Libby is a companion app for the previously reviewed Overdrive library app, the both of which are put out by Overdrive Inc, a subsidiary of Japanese e-commerce giant Rakuten. Overdrive Inc also developed a book and audio book app specifically for schools called Sora that I will also be reviewing here soon! The three apps are used to connect library accounts and read or listen to books and magazines, watch videos and checkout resources from libraries where you hold an account, completely on the go! The best part? No late fees! Materials are removed automatically from your account and you even have the option to renew materials from the app as well! I’m pretty interested in checking out Sora tomorrow!
For today, however, we go to Libby.
It’s cute. That seems to be the prevailing commentary about it. I’ve had a local librarian comment when asked about it that Libby was user friendly and it’s interface is more simple. That it was cute, and to their credit, it is cute. Regrettably, that’s about the extent of It’s noteworthiness. My experience was quite the opposite of user-friendly. I found it to be very buggy whether on my Chromebook or on mobile. I can’t speak to how the iOS version is, but the Android version that I used was glitchy and frustrating. Granted, this is what I have to say about it as far as the end of 2019. I am certainly open to re-reviewing it in the future should these issues be addressed.
This list of issues and my thoughts on the app I do plan to send to the development team and I have refrained from leaving a starred review in hopes that these bugs will be fixed and I can review it again in the future. I had high hopes for Libby because I love and use the Overdrive app so much.
There isn’t a single day that goes by that I’m not using it for personal reading/listening or using it for our homeschool. I love that I can link my library accounts for two different local libraries as well as the account we have with the San Bernardino public library in California. We can check out books from all three libraries on a single app and it’s wonderful! I only wish I could say the same for the Libby app.
Granted, the bugs one person faces may not necessarily be an issue for another. Some apps can face similar issues if internet connection is sketchy or if the app is behind on an update, etc. I will be going into my review of the Sora app with an open and optimistic mind and that’s exactly what I hope you will do with Libby! If you face a similar experience as I did then leave feedback! The developers for an app can only fix issues that their users know about after all!