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 bracelet broke, scattering brown beads all over the dark hardwood floor. Collecting them into a baggie I was bound to miss one. My foot still smarting I pick... Continue Reading →
February 1st . . .
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 phone to see if Ev has texted me for an early walk, not yet. I scan social media and the first post I see is a beautiful picture of... Continue Reading →
A little wisdom . . .
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 to lay her all day long, listening to the falling rain, and alternating between reading my latest book club pick and playing Words with Friends. If a friend were... Continue Reading →
Take the time to pause . . .
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 always have, something that came naturally. Exercise and diets have never been on my list of New Year’s resolutions. That is, if I actually made a list. Laying on... Continue Reading →
thank you, pass it on . . .
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 the small bits of inspiration I chose to bring along on this journey. I knew there would be times I would want to read them, refer to them, and... Continue Reading →
Thanks for the love . . .
My Faithful Friends, Tis the season to show some gratitude . . . and give a little love. I am grateful to all of you for reading my stories and supporting barenakedinpublic.com for the last three years. Your kind words of love and praise have encouraged me to keep on writing even when the words... Continue Reading →
Thanksgiving . . . Italian style
Thanksgiving . . . my favorite holiday This year I will spend it far away from my family, my home, my country. Traditionally, my family cerebrates with everyone gathering at one home, sharing an abundance of delicious food, and always inviting friends, often friends of friends, who need a place to be, to feel included.... Continue Reading →
Finding hope in rock bottom . . .
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 random designs and doodles, is projected on the large screen. Excited and smiling, she skips toward me and beams; It’s a directed art lesson. Across the classroom every desk... Continue Reading →
Confessions of an insomniac . . .
Except for the tiniest bit of dim light coming from the master bath, my bedroom is dark. The soft rustle of sheets as I toss and turn, and my own breathing are the only sounds I hear. I try to lay still, close my eyes and take long slow breaths, counting to four as I... Continue Reading →
Every four years . . .
My parents passed away eight years ago. Along with family and friends, my siblings and I celebrated their lives on February 29, 2008. Until that time, I had managed to escape the pain of such heart breaking loss. Without this life experience, I could not predict my grief or feelings on that day, and certainly not in the days and... Continue Reading →
