Reflections on Writing, Traveling, and Food
My mother passed away in December after a terrible struggle that resulted from a number of health issues. She was eighty-seven. Some might say that she lived a full life, and some might be right, but no life, full or not, should end in so much suffering. Suffice to say, I would wish that on
Because I work with young people and have a twenty-something aged daughter, I’m privy to social media culture someone of my generation wouldn’t otherwise be aware of. Most of it is fresh, funny, and gives me insight that helps me connect with my staff and with my students. This knowledge helps me understand in some
There were all the race medals I was so proud of, years of hard work, training, and memories. Some of those years, I raced with joy, feet pounding the pavement, rhythm in my heart. Others were beset with injury, pain, frustration, even heartache and tears. Then came the coronavirus and a slew of endings. Races
I’ve been thinking a lot about my old life up north—especially during the sunny winter months here in Florida—and what my life might have been like had I stayed. I even wrote the concluding chapter of my book, The Memory Keeper: A Memoir of Life, Love, and Travel, based on what might have been entitled,
I grew up with music. It was as much my nourishment as the toasted peanut butter sandwiches and gallons of milk my brother and I would consume daily, much to the annoyance of my mother who was forever asking, “Who finished the milk and didn’t tell me?” Leaving a lone two-ounce sip in the jug
Those of you who know me will remember that we lost our beloved Australian Shepherd, Piper, after fifteen years. Some find the grief overwhelming and are unable to cope with the thought of another pet. Ever. Others cannot cope with the gaping hole left, the empty home, empty heart, looking around every corner and in
Friends seem to come and go when we are young. Sometimes those young friends remain friends forever but that seems rare these days. More often than not, children get bored or have a spat and move on to new friends. At this age, we spend friends like pennies and like pennies, don’t think much about
I am of the era that wore/wears a watch. Much as I love technology, I don’t depend on my phone for the time. After all, a watch is an accoutrement of fashion, one I feel half-dressed without. Currently, I have four. I wear them because they are fun and pretty, and if I’m being honest,