Gardening is cheaper than therapy and you get tomatoes
We went out to dinner with Bill’s financial adviser, Richard, and his wife, Joan, two weekends ago. After grazing all day at a party celebrating Bill’s cousin’s daughter’s first communion […]
Keeping busy and running into runners
It’s been a busy few weeks. There’s been a birthday party, first communion celebration, memorial service, dinner with friends I’ve known for years and with people I’ve just met, a […]
Dirty work calms me down
Three nights this week I came home from work, quickly changed from dress clothes into yard work clothes – sweat pants, t-shirt and the pair of old sneakers that are […]
Synchronization
A few months ago I overheard a conversation between a young girl and older woman. The teenage girl’s hair was dyed a vibrant shade of emerald at the roots, teal at […]
Surprise! And it wasn’t even my birthday
Wednesday night’s fundraiser for New Reach started off with a table full of friends. We claimed our seats around the large round table before staking out stations of cheese and crackers, stuffed mushroom and […]
Taking full advantage of the taper
I’m coming up on the final week before the marathon. My long run last weekend was twelve miles, this weekend will be eight. There have been four and five mile […]
Never let them see you sweat
Last night I was interviewed via video for the first time in my life. I’m humbled and honored to be recognized, along with others, for my volunteer work with New Reach […]
A Spring Hike
The calendar says Spring but the ground we hiked on today was almost entirely covered in snow and ice. We hiked here last Winter; Bill suggested we go back today. […]
There’s a reason it’s called Motrin PM
My cell phone’s alarm jolted me awake Sunday morning at 5:30 am. For a second I forgot why I had set it to go off so early but quickly remembered I was meeting […]
The Older I Get
I gave my sister this card for her birthday last month. “How true,” I thought at the time. When I was younger the ages we are now seemed so old. For years […]
where my feet are 