If you can’t say something nice . . .
Have you ever run into someone you havenβt seen in ages, or met up with friends for a happy hour and been greeted with a non-compliment?…
Have you ever run into someone you havenβt seen in ages, or met up with friends for a happy hour and been greeted with a non-compliment?…
We gather around the dining room table, our small, intimate writers group. Sipping tea and coffee, and snacking on popcorn, each of us takes a turn…
A small book on meditation, a list of handwritten recommendations from a private session with my yoga teacher, and a few cherished notes from friends are…
I walk into the first grade classroom of my newest teacher, her first year. A black line drawing of a turtle, its shell a patchwork of…
Surrounded by opened mail and neatly organized piles of bills and receipts, I sit cross legged on the turquoise sofa. My laptop rests on a pillow…
Saturday morning I sit sipping my coffee, waiting for Phyllis to join me. Across the small cafe table her black coffee, steam escaping the tiny hole…
The rusted hinges on the back door groan and stick; making a quiet entry impossible. I am certain my neighbors know exactly when I arrive home…
Entering my house through the back door, I quickly climb the stairs to the second floor. I run through the living room and into the kitchen,…
Sitting at my desk on a very hectic Monday, fast and furiously typing emails, my cell phone lights up and a text appears from a girlfriend,…
Rushing into the train my sister leads the way climbing the stairs to the dining car. Six of us quickly spread out, laying purses and backpacks…