Stay little . . .
My grandson Luca sings along to Twenty One Pilots’ Stressed Out as I drive. I pick him up after school every Tuesday, giving his mom a…
My grandson Luca sings along to Twenty One Pilots’ Stressed Out as I drive. I pick him up after school every Tuesday, giving his mom a…
Grief . . . There is no escaping it. All of us will experience a big loss in our lifetime, most of us already have. If…
I wake up long before my alarm, my bladder is in charge these days. I don’t get up right away. Instead I lay in bed and…
Happy New Year Friends! It’s been a little more than five years since I created my blog. Using personal stories and photographs I opened a small…
As we gather to celebrate the season we share our stories. In my own life there are so many reasons for joy; good friends, a close-knit…
Barefoot, I step on the wooden bead. I grab my foot and rub out the pain in my arch. A few days ago the elastic in…
My eyelids flutter as sunshine comes into my room. I slowly open them, happy to see a break in the rain. Stretching I reach for my…
The pouring rain floods the small patio outside the sliding glass door. Still in my pajamas I watch from the comfort of my bed. I wish…
Lifting weights and pushing through the last of my sit-ups, I wrap up my morning workout. I find it easy to maintain a healthy lifestyle, I…
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…