They skip along the upper rail of the Jenny Lind black-spindled DaVinci crib. Soft pine meets sore gums. Once more when I passed it this morning, I couldn’t bring myself to erase them with mother’s magic, a black Sharpie. They’re behind my why, the reason I love what I love…
Five encounters. A raised chain stitch through them all. A dear friend I have not seen nor talked to in nearly five years. She texted the link to a Gary Brecka (human biologist and former actuarial professional) video about health pillars like breathing and spending time outside … sun and…
It has been some time since we put miles and several days’ distance between us and home. Hard to leave family, work, home, the call of spring planting and all the worries and what ifs in the rearview mirror. Complicated with a rescue pup, whose home is the two of…
A handful of kindle books returned after reading a few pages, I picked up English Pastoral: An Inheritance, by James Rebanks, from the blue-and-white porcelain bowl where I stashed it to dust until sometime in the far future when I’d have time and glasses on to read a hard-copy book.…
Presumably, Alex just had another flying lesson. I overhead J. talking to him … mom wants you to wear goggles and a helmet. In my defense, I am also the mother who rarely failed to say, you look good in your uniform. [Momspeak for hang in there and finish this.]…
Tired of a diet of crime TV, we’ve turned to music and sports documentaries. Among other inspirational themes, both deliver their takes on overcoming adversity. Shot, but not dead. Never give in and never give up. Fear is energy you can use. Last night’s look at the life of a…