Heartbreak hurts. If we let it. Often a dull ache. In classes, I teach the dark truth, “all is temporary, in flux. We will one day lose everything and everyone we love.” Students stand, fake-bolt out of the room and joke, “now I’m depressed.” Who wants to sit in the reality of loss? Instead we… Continue Reading
For Saturday lunch, like a mature adult, like a good grandmother, and because of my nutritional Jiminy Cricket, I plated healthy food for six-year-old Lawson and four-year old Brooke, here for a Maine weekend from their home near Boston. I arranged scrumptious strawberries, purplish grapes, organic blueberries, raspberries, blackberries, cut-up cantaloupe and honeydew. Also, around… Continue Reading
It’s easy to complain. I lounge on the deck of a cruise ship in the Caribbean; warm, not stormy, no ice, no snow, no need for parkas, mittens, hats or to crawl on my knees to wash the slush from my floors. I don’t have to do anything except what I want for 11 days,… Continue Reading
I turn 70 in March. I might feel younger than my parents looked and felt at 70. Thanks to two new hips, I will walk without that limp my Dad sported at 70. And due to some genetic fluke, I won’t have a head of gray hair like my mom at 70. What will I have?… Continue Reading
Today in the magical seconds before sunrise, I see snow, tiny specks. The sky hangs with gray, my inner atmosphere gray too, fatigued. The alarm buzzed. I moaned, tempted to roll over, hit the snooze button and sleep. But I have begun to watch, welcome and wonder at the miracle of daybreak. I throw off… Continue Reading
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