A Storied Life
With a glint in her eye and a giggle in her voice, my 93-year-old Mom began: “Well, when I was four or five years old, we lived in Cynthiana. I walked into our garage,...
With a glint in her eye and a giggle in her voice, my 93-year-old Mom began: “Well, when I was four or five years old, we lived in Cynthiana. I walked into our garage,...
I watched as my friend worriedly texted her adult children. She was reminding them that there were topics at their upcoming family dinner that were “off-limits,” because the conversation would inevitably not have gone...
During the past election season, I got a kick out of a particular segment on the Jimmy Fallon Show, called “Common Ground.” During the segment, Fallon’s staffer would go out into the streets and...
We recently traveled to Italy. As I scribbled furiously in my travel journal, I began to notice some similarities that our countries share. Although there are vast differences between our languages, topography, transportation and...
An Open Letter to my Adult Sons Dear Boys, (regardless of your ages, you will always be my boys) Lately I have had discussions with each one of you concerning this year’s presidential...
Unashamedly patriotic, I quickly tear up at the singing of the Star Spangled Banner. Goosebumps fill my arms when I walk through the hallways at school as 700 students recite the pledge together in...
Especially as we approach middle-age, many of us either have a loved one who deals with excess weight, or struggle with it ourselves. As someone who falls in the latter group, and who has...
In a Word….. One beautiful yellow rose was all it took to lift my spirits one evening last week. It had been a particularly difficult week, as we had transitioned Dad into the nursing...