Writer Pam Dewey

Tag: books

  • Like Stories about Collapsing Lungs and Crocodiles?

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    I consider myself an optimistic pessimist. Meaning, I hope for the best, even if my thoughts don’t naturally go in that direction. But lately, I’ve been complaining A LOT. Sleep is a big part of keeping me on an even keel. If I am short on sleep, I act like a bad version of myself.…

  • Finding Peace in a Room Full of Stories

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    When I lived in NYC, I worked as a visual stylist at Saks Fifth Avenue. My days were spent up and down ladders, applying graphics, dressing and re-dressing mannequins, painting, moving furniture around the floor, and putting together chandeliers. You name it; we pretty much did it. It was inspiring. It was thrilling. It was…

  • Coming Together and Saying Those Unsayable Things

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    I lost my brother Karl to suicide a little over ten years ago. It is still hard for me to speak about, but I am slowly, getting better at saying those unsayable things. This summer I started working with Canvas Health, a non-profit organization that helps children, adolescents, adults, and families who struggle with mental…