Author Archives: solveighanson

About solveighanson

I'm a (late) thirtysomething Plant Breeding Ph.D. student, daughter / sister / auntie, vegetable fan, yogi, sometime cyclist, and enthusiastic if infrequent baker. I started this blog in the summer of 2010 to trace my recovery from a pelvic fracture sustained in a cycling accident. That healing process was truly transformative, and since then I seem to have written mostly about the transformations that have followed. And hence the title of the blog: Don't call me a butterfly, because I'm not done changing.

A life handwritten

This tribute was given at the funeral service held on Friday, December 29, 2017  for my Grandma, Maxine Dimick. It’s a gift to be in your company this morning, to celebrate the life of my Grandma, Maxine Dimick. As many … Continue reading

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I was mocked for buying the number two coffee cone Justifiably perhaps Who needs so little coffee? A six ounce cup is but a tease Like pulling back a wind up car Just until the wheels engage It skitters forward … Continue reading

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Back from the woods

As some of you know, I made the first part of Spring Break into a solo retreat at a semi-primitive cabin along the Appalachian Trail in Northern Virginia. It was wonderful. I hiked; I read; I wrote; I sat; I … Continue reading

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Before the march

The prospect of the march doesn’t make me hopeful not eager for catharsis for righteous rage It makes me knotted like I felt in church when they gave me things to say whether or not I meant them Church was … Continue reading


A day of midlife birth

Today was my birthday. On this cloudy, drizzly, clammy-raw day, I turned 38. As of now, ninety-nine people have posted well wishes on my Facebook timeline. I feel the hope in their multiple exclamation points that I might drop my … Continue reading

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Honoring Dad

Tuesday night, my Facebook feed filled with images of my dad. There were photos of him presiding at weddings, commiserating in front of Eastern European tour buses, installed at his desk among purposefully-stacked papers. There were photos of camp: kids … Continue reading



I am spending this New Year’s Eve in, and it feels just right. I went to an evening yoga class with a favorite instructor, made sweet dumpling squash soup and a greens-apple-beet salad, and parked myself on the couch. And … Continue reading

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