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 , , & .

Been fighting a cold since Tuesday—sore throat, cough, the works.By Friday my energy returned like magic (a sweet “Get W...
11/18/2025

Been fighting a cold since Tuesday—sore throat, cough, the works.

By Friday my energy returned like magic (a sweet “Get Well” note from my husband helped). Saturday I felt invincible. Lifted weights, walked six miles, even poured myself a generous glass of wine.

Probably a mistake.

Cough kept me up most of the night. Sunday morning, I was back to square one.

But here’s the good news—my little pity party has wonderful ambiance. A stone fireplace where I’m writing this in cozy socks, the faint sound of birds chirping outside.

Not to mention, I have a solid roof over my head. Easy access to healthy, delicious food.

I’m sick, but I’m safe and cared for and lucky as hell.

It’s not fatal. Just temporary. Annoying, but temporary.

I’m terrible at resting. But today I’m forcing myself—neti pot, lots of water, a nap, the whole routine.

Turns out a pity party with a fireplace and gratitude isn’t so bad.

11/15/2025

Forest bath with a little leaf shower🍂

Just what the doc ordered.

Of all the words I might have expected that day, that was the one I least wanted to hear. That single word sent a chill ...
11/12/2025

Of all the words I might have expected that day, that was the one I least wanted to hear.

That single word sent a chill through me. Blessed. It sounded final, like he was already claiming what I was hoping would still be ours.

To read the full story, click on the 🔗in my bio🫶

E was home last weekend—and for the first time since he was a kid, we played Monopoly. It was his idea!Sunday night, 11...
11/12/2025

E was home last weekend—and for the first time since he was a kid, we played Monopoly. It was his idea!

Sunday night, 11:47 p.m. We were still up playing (started Friday).

Having the game out while he was off with his cousins Saturday night somehow made the house feel fuller.

Monday night—his last one—Keith and E watched old Bond movies after we finally finished the game (I won 😏). I tried to stay up but crashed by 9:30. I wish I were a night owl like my two favorite people.

He’s back in Cali now. The game’s put away. His bed’s still unmade (breaks my heart to strip it).

Miss him dearly—but it helps to know we’ll see him again toward the end of December. ❤️

It’s the first Veterans Day without my dad.He served two years at the end of the Korean War, stationed in Fairbanks, Ala...
11/11/2025

It’s the first Veterans Day without my dad.

He served two years at the end of the Korean War, stationed in Fairbanks, Alaska—all wilderness, zero combat.

He learned to fix helicopters and told stories of skiing on makeshift wooden planks.

He was happiest outdoors in the snow, trees, and open sky. Couldn’t wait to for the Alaskan cruise once he retired.

“They offered to make me a pilot,” he’d say, shaking his head, regret crossing his face.

If he’d taken it, the training would’ve kept him in the Army longer. He never would’ve met my mom.

I wouldn’t exist.

Instead of learning to fly—rising above for a spectacular birds-eye view of it all—he remained grounded. Ended up with a family.

I think that was enough for him. Still, sometimes I could see him wonder.

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To all veterans out there—Thank you for your service!

11/10/2025

My two favorite people in the whole wide world.🥰 Make that the entire universe.

Creating our seafood spread last night to the tune of Volare.🎶

11/09/2025

My nephew started singing to my mom.

She was moved to tears.

My Navy son, home for the weekend, grinned that grin I’ve missed for months. My niece lip-synced nearby.

We were all gathered in the dining room before dinner.

My mom had been looking bored—until the guitar came out. 🎶

It was the kind of moment that slips by too easily.

But this one, I caught.

Now it’s a memory I can pull out of my back pocket any time I want.

11/09/2025

Utah awe-tumn.

Evergreens standing tall amid golden fire, steady while everything around them lets go.

I aspire to be that calm—and in awe, not angst—when life starts shedding more things.

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Late September, near Bryce Canton

The probability for any of us to exist is subatomic. ⚛️For me, the odds were worse.Learn more by reading my latest post....
11/07/2025

The probability for any of us to exist is subatomic. ⚛️

For me, the odds were worse.

Learn more by reading my latest post.

🔗in bio.

I play mind games with myself—pretending I’m back in that canyon,soaking in the sun’s warmth,in awe of everything around...
11/07/2025

I play mind games with myself—
pretending I’m back in that canyon,
soaking in the sun’s warmth,
in awe of everything around me.
Even my scattered thoughts settle down.

No, this is not scallops with vomit.And it tasted way better.Keith made his special scallops with hummus dish for my bir...
11/06/2025

No, this is not scallops with vomit.

And it tasted way better.

Keith made his special scallops with hummus dish for my birthday last Sunday—one of my all-time faves, influenced by an app we had in Vegas a number of years ago.

As good or better than the best restaurant—served with a scrumptious, buttery Chardonnay.

Lucky me!

Maybe November and I were meant for each other.She humors me,patient while I cling to what remains of my favorite season...
11/06/2025

Maybe November and I were meant for each other.
She humors me,
patient while I cling to what remains of my favorite season—
like trees refusing to surrender their last browning leaves,
as if I’m willing myself to be seen,
honored
by the month I was meant to emerge into.

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