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 , , & .

I screamed when I almost stepped on this green creature.Upon closer look, all I wanted to do was hug this cute bug. Inst...
09/08/2026

I screamed when I almost stepped on this green creature.

Upon closer look, all I wanted to do was hug this cute bug. Instead, I snapped this photo. I have to say, it’s extremely photogenic!

I’ve fallen in love with this giant, gentle dog.PJ is a 3-year-old, 210-pound blind therapy dog I met last week on my fi...
09/04/2026

I’ve fallen in love with this giant, gentle dog.

PJ is a 3-year-old, 210-pound blind therapy dog I met last week on my first day volunteering at the USO, a place military personnel can go for some R&R.

His mom and dad bought this beautiful hound—a Leonberger—with the sole purpose of training him to be a therapy dog.

He wasn’t blind when they got him. Sadly, after PJ was neutered, he developed an infection that spread to his eyes. They could’ve lost him. Instead, PJ lost his eyes.

After recovering, he adjusted quickly to his new sightless life.

His parents started taking him to assisted living facilities, nursing homes, and rehab centers. Eventually, they connected with the USO near me.

The why behind PJ is deeply heartbreaking, moving, and inspiring.

Yesterday, I spent more than three hours with PJ and his mom to hear their entire story.

When we left, I watched those massive paws delicately find their way down the four flights of stairs. PJ was rewarded with a few bites of lunch meat after each flight. His first time descending those same stairs took eight hot dogs.

I’ll be writing about PJ and his family soon.

Subscribe so you don’t miss it. ❤️ it’s free! 🔗in bio.

P.S. PJ is even bigger than these photos suggest. When he’s standing, his back reaches my upper thigh. And I’m 5’6½”.

Some memories stick.Others seem to vaporize into the open sky.My latest piece started with the loss of half an onion and...
08/25/2026

Some memories stick.

Others seem to vaporize into the open sky.

My latest piece started with the loss of half an onion and ended up somewhere much bigger. 🔗 in bio.

This photo was taken for our family Christmas card. I’m in my favorite blue coat, almost as fuzzy as Jake, our first dog...
08/25/2026

This photo was taken for our family Christmas card. I’m in my favorite blue coat, almost as fuzzy as Jake, our first dog—a giant black Newfoundland people sometimes mistook for a bear.

I remember sprawling all over this gentle bear of a dog. So cozy and warm.

Dad throwing sticks for him in the backyard and at the lake.

Funny what the brain chooses to hold on to.

My latest piece is about the memories that remain… and the ones that somehow vaporize. 🔗 in bio.

I love to ride my bicycle.🚴‍♀️ 🚴‍♀️ 🚴‍♀️A dreamy spot along my bike ride. 17 miles. Mostly hilly. PS. If you love to rea...
08/24/2026

I love to ride my bicycle.
🚴‍♀️ 🚴‍♀️ 🚴‍♀️

A dreamy spot along my bike ride. 17 miles. Mostly hilly.

PS. If you love to read, ride along with my memoir-driven writing. Mostly laced with humor. 🔗 in bio. Subscribing is free!

Girls’ night Spirit Elephant 🐘
08/22/2026

Girls’ night Spirit Elephant 🐘

Part of yesterday’s catch at Smart Farm 🥕🥕🥕These carrots don’t know it yet, but they’re destined for the freezer, where ...
08/22/2026

Part of yesterday’s catch at Smart Farm 🥕🥕🥕

These carrots don’t know it yet, but they’re destined for the freezer, where they will await their exciting spin in the Vitamix, along with mango and other smoothie ingredients, before heading to their final resting place… our tummies .

Oh, by the way, I’d love if you’d check out my memoir-driven stories. 🔗 in bio.🙌

This is not about my pool. It’s about the feet that found their way into the photo.The same feet that freaked Mom out wh...
08/18/2026

This is not about my pool.

It’s about the feet that found their way into the photo.

The same feet that freaked Mom out when she first caught a glimpse of them.

She feared my oversized paws meant I was destined to grow up to be like my six-foot-tall, broad-shouldered Aunt J, who was built more like an oak tree than a willow.

So different from Dad, who was also six feet tall, but lanky.

My feet served me well, though. I was walking at nine months and, never a good napper, quickly mastered crib escapes.

I can still see that pink strap Mom used to tie me to their double bed upstairs. Not under the covers, but on top of the white bedspread with its soft, nubby bumps. A level of cozy that wasn’t exactly sleep-inducing.

You can find full story via the 🔗 in my bio.

Throwback Thursday!That time E and I took a bus from Illinois to DC with Sierra Club to march against the Keystone XL Pi...
08/13/2026

Throwback Thursday!

That time E and I took a bus from Illinois to DC with Sierra Club to march against the Keystone XL Pipeline.

Fun adventure, trying to make a difference in this wacky world of ours.


Pine Lake is quiet, unusually deep, 256-acre lake tucked inside a northern Wisconsin forest.It will forever by my happy ...
08/12/2026

Pine Lake is quiet, unusually deep, 256-acre lake tucked inside a northern Wisconsin forest.

It will forever by my happy place. Just like it was for Dad.

It had that wilderness feel. It’s where my love of nature took root.

His father built a modest cottage steps from the shoreline, and Dad spent his childhood summers there. It was sold after his father died, years before I was born.

But Dad found his way back.

When I was six, Ganny bought a piece of property overlooking one of the lake’s bays for Dad and his sister, Aunt J. While our cottage was being built, we stayed in the McClouds’ barn, where their horse, Jube, lived. Their teenage son cared for Jube and sometimes let me hop on the back when he rode.

The Beatles’ song “Hey Jude” has always been “Hey Jube” to me.

To read the fully story, go to the 🔗 in my bio.

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