Lynn J. Broderick

Lynn J. Broderick Navy Mom. Former ad exec. One time podcast sidekick. Lifelong over-thinker. Certified health nut. Nature junkie. Substack writer.

Sailor Mom, truth seeker, nut, worrier & warrior, Producer & Co-Host of The Green Divas, lover of , , & .

Excited to be part of a 4-part series on motherhood with three other incredible writers.Four unique journeys. Four video...
01/08/2026

Excited to be part of a 4-part series on motherhood with three other incredible writers.

Four unique journeys. Four video interviews.

Link in bio!

This isn’t an old ad photo.It’s my dad, his English Sheep dog Dizzy and sister Judy. A high-quality shot—my grandfather ...
01/06/2026

This isn’t an old ad photo.

It’s my dad, his English Sheep dog Dizzy and sister Judy.

A high-quality shot—my grandfather was an inventor for Bell & Howell, always had the latest gear. with all the latest technology).

All smiles. On the surface, a perfect life.

They lived quite comfortably—a custom home on Sacramento Avenue in Chicago, nice cars, a cottage on a pristine lake in northern Wisconsin.

Yet beneath the smiles, life was far from perfect.

My grandfather tossed Dad in the lake, laughing—before he could swim. He beat Dad and Ganny, my grandmother. She divorced him in an era when divorce was scandalous.

Photos don’t always capture reality.

I never met my grandfather—he died in his fifties from diabetes from the bottle.

Dad took one sip of daiquiri his whole life. Swore he’d never be that man.

I miss his smile. The real one.

Last night’s twist on a taco.Total yum experience.Keith-sized taco seasoned ground turkey over black rice. Grated mini b...
01/03/2026

Last night’s twist on a taco.

Total yum experience.

Keith-sized taco seasoned ground turkey over black rice. Grated mini basque cheese. Fire roasted tomatoes. Avocado. Red leaf lettuce.

Currently experiencing both joy and sadness on steroids. Last day visiting my Navy son in CA. Worlds away from my IL hom...
12/28/2025

Currently experiencing both joy and sadness on steroids.

Last day visiting my Navy son in CA. Worlds away from my IL home.

This may be our last stretch of real, uninterrupted time for a while. A year? Three?

The unknown is a weight on my heart—
the kind that steals your breath.

And still… having him in my life at all
is a gift that lightens my world.

As we age, many of us forget how to play that game. The carefreeness of it all. We curse time: how it flies, how there’s...
12/27/2025

As we age, many of us forget how to play that game. The carefreeness of it all.

We curse time: how it flies, how there’s never enough of it, how it disappears without warning. One minute, it’s early June, the next—bam—Fourth of July is in the rearview mirror. Another birthday. In and out, like a ghost.

It feels… unfair!

I’ll admit: I don’t have the healthiest relationship with time. Some might say I’m a little fixated—on how the minutes, hours, days (hell, years) hurtle past at warp speed.

I often feel like a bystander to my own life, frustrated as more time vanishes before I’ve had a chance use it more wisely. I rush around, trying to get more done, hoping to trick time into thinking I don’t notice it’s speeding up.

Time feels… unhinged. There’s no peace in that.

I wrote about it and share a bunch of quotes to help make peace with time.

🔗 in bio.

12/26/2025

Everyone talks about the last moment with someone you love.

No one really prepares you for the firsts that come after.

Wherever you are in your own season of grief, I hope my recent chat with fellow Substackers Jason MacKenzie and Carazas gives you a moment to exhale—and feel a little less alone.

We’re listening. And we’d love to hear your story.

If you want to watch the full video, go to the link in my bio.

Distant view from our San Diego high rise rental.
12/26/2025

Distant view from our San Diego high rise rental.

12/25/2025

Merry Christmas! 🎄

First time celebrating in a warm climate. Kicked it off with lifting in the gym, then a four-mile walk along the beach on Coronado Island.

Will meet up with our son and head to my aunt’s for a holiday dinner.

Such a perfect day 🌴

Hope you enjoy your day!

Happy Holidays! 🎄🎄🎄I came across this old holiday postcard with a photo of my son.We’re in California visiting him for C...
12/24/2025

Happy Holidays! 🎄🎄🎄

I came across this old holiday postcard with a photo of my son.

We’re in California visiting him for Christmas… being with him is the best gift of all.

And yeah, I know he’s almost twenty-five now—an incredible young man—but in my heart, this little boy is still right there.

This little cardboard home is the one home that’s endured since my childhood.It was a gift from Ganny—my dad’s mom—who d...
12/23/2025

This little cardboard home is the one home that’s endured since my childhood.

It was a gift from Ganny—my dad’s mom—who died when I was six. Somehow, I still remember her giving it to me one Christmas.

It’s lasted more than fifty years.

Despite its cardboard construction and cotton-ball smoke.

Despite being a little carelessly tucked away each year in my ornament box.

Despite moving with me through more than fifteen homes.

This fragile little ornament has survived—along with the powerful memory of a grandmother who was bigger than life.

PS. Ganny also gave me the yarn ornament, from her travels.

PPS. Read my writing about navigating holiday angst—link in bio.

Lately I’ve heard whispers of…“Who do I talk to about opting out of the holidays?”“Why does December feel like a third j...
12/14/2025

Lately I’ve heard whispers of…

“Who do I talk to about opting out of the holidays?”

“Why does December feel like a third job?”

“I’m supposed to feel festive—why do I feel overwhelmed?”

I’ve felt it too—the quiet dread sneaking in. How about you?

I recently unpacked my holiday angst and came up with some ways to navigate through.

Check it out if you’re feeling it too. 🔗 in bio.

Then join the convo by telling me whathelps you breathe a little easier during the holidays.

A magical date night: Nutcracker ballet at the . ✨Temps were single digits, real feel possibly less. But we ventured int...
12/14/2025

A magical date night: Nutcracker ballet at the . ✨

Temps were single digits, real feel possibly less. But we ventured into the city anyway for dinner and a show. Take that, winter! ❄️ ❄️❄️

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