Mail-in Miracle

Jan 1, 2013 by

Mail-in Miracle

First, happy new year to you and yours. I almost don’t want to write this post for fear it represents some resolution that I know I simply won’t keep.  Write more. Yes, I wish I had the time to.  No, I don’t. But, I had to write it, because what happened to me, in me, on this first day of the new year, is simply too beautiful to ignore. So, on with it. Around a year ago a good friend of mine lost her mother. She’d battled cancer, went into what seemed like a true remission, and then ultimately fell victim to the heartless disease.  My heart was broken for this friend.  She was as close to her mom as I am to mine, and was very effective in communicating how, suddenly, alone she...

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Thanks Giving

Nov 21, 2012 by

Thanks Giving

As I bustled around the condo preparing for work this morning, I noticed my husband staring at his laptop, his brow knitted in worry. “What are you fretting about?” He sighed. He suddenly not only discovered that he had to attend an overnight conference immediately following the Thanksgiving holiday, but that, along with a childhood picture of himself, he needed to provide the hosts some anecdotal, pithy “fun fact” about himself to be shared too. Three of them. I couldn’t believe he was racking his brain about it. After asking him what he’d already written, I rattled off at least five additional intriguing things in five seconds. “Babe,” I rolled my eyes. “You’re one of the most interesting people I know!” That I say it and mean it after a lifetime together is more...

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Yoga Love

Sep 4, 2012 by

Yoga Love

After nearly a month of absence, I returned to yoga Saturday morning.  Friday night, with a long, holiday weekend ahead, I excitedly told my husband that I couldn’t wait to get back to the mat.  When Saturday morning rolled around, I lazed on the couch, had a third cup of coffee, facebooked and did everything else to indicate I had no plans, at all, of walking the four blocks to the studio to practice the yoga I’ve missed.  Finally, with the clock winding down, my love reminded me of how much I loved yoga, and of my plans to practice it that morning.  He was right.  I quickly dressed and headed out the door to welcome whatever the experience might bring.  I’m so glad I did. The studio was crowded.  Mats were pulled and pushed...

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Q&A

Aug 13, 2012 by

Q&A

Fact: Baby seagulls are gray. They are loud, fluffy and, at times, so big and near adult-size that the only thing differentiating them from adults is their color, gray. Sunday morning, at the beginning of a walk talk with my love, we came across two huge ones milling about on the rocks jutting out of the ocean. “Look,” I say, “those are baby seagulls!” “Are you sure?” Marc asks. “They don’t look ‘baby’ to me. I can’t imagine them any bigger.” “Yeah . . . I think so.” Suddenly, looking at their size and not their color, I second guess myself. Maybe I’m wrong about that. “I guess they are pretty big, though.” We continued down the waterfront trail, doing what we always do during our times together, walking and soaking in the sun....

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