Because my mother is no longer alive to ask, I try to imagine the emotions that would have been swirling through her mind as she entered Penn Station on an unknown day in early January of 1944—fear, excitement—surely she must have experienced both. It was cold then, temperatures hovered around 27 degrees—and although I don’t […]
I have found 4 ways to shift what I think of as “my internal chatter,” for the better. In keeping with the theme of “joy” in this months NaBloPoMo challenge, I thought I would share them with you today. Because sharing stuff that works brings me joy. We all have it — that little voice inside our head — […]
Halloween is over, it’s over in the literal sense because it’s November 1st and it’s also over in the metaphorical sense because my three kids are all well past the ages where their costumes made my heart sing. We could hear them as they approached last night. Little feet slapped the sidewalk as if the […]
Inspired by my friend Lois who wrote about her Happy Place a couple of days ago I decided to do the same, only not through words. In celebration of “wordless Wednesday” I offer up a series of photographs to show you My Happy Place.
When I think of home–I don’t think as much about place–as I do about feel. What does being at home in my mind feel like? For me it boils down to two things, safety and love. Even though I have had times in my life where I was not at home with myself, or safe, […]
What would it really be like to live as if every single day were your last. Every. Single. Day. In short, the everyday last day. When I left the house for a run this morning an article I had read in, The New York Times, about end-of-life-care, aptly called, The Best Possible Day, was still circling my mind. It […]
My minds hand tugs at the line between now and then, one hand feeds the other and I watch as the past moves into view. It was a rainy autumn day. Even now I can feel the fluttering beat of my heart as it kept time with the windshield wipers. The road ahead –like me– disappearing, reappearing with the pass of […]