Out of Africa

Out of Africa

I once had a friend named Robin. She was svelte and statuesque. Her oval face was framed by pixie cut auburn hair. Her softball pitch was clocked at over 90 mph. She excelled as much in business as she did in sports. Men and women liked her because, despite her good...
Conversation starters

Conversation starters

Conversation is not always easy to start without being trite. My husband and I have many disparate people with whom to converse, so we’ve actively worked on some conversation starters. As a conversation starter other than “How are you?” or...
A Writing May Day

A Writing May Day

It was overcast yesterday, and I spent most of the day inside, working intensely on my blog post. Lots of copying, pasting, hunting, pecking. On days like those, I lose track of my body, the idea of height or strength or even texture, and it is all just words. Focus,...
Finding Joy as an Act of Resistance

Finding Joy as an Act of Resistance

Self-care isn’t escapism – it’s how we stay engaged. Self-care isn’t narcissism gone wild – it’s how we preserve our core so we can serve others. Self-care isn’t expendable – it’s an essential for mental and physical health....
Spring Cleaning

Spring Cleaning

Yesterday, I opened a closet door to stow our income tax records. But first, a few forgotten boxes tumbled out, landing on my toes. They’ve been there for decades, quietly gathering dust. Forgotten in my busy, busy work, then retired life. After I kicked the boxes...