Stay in Your Lane

Stay in Your Lane

I am not a cyclist. Unless, of course, you count those unsightly occasional my dying in the back row of a Soul Cycle class that my daughter has convinced me to attend as “mother-daughter time.” Nope. Walking, swimming and yoga are more my taste. But, from the cyclists...
There is No Cure

There is No Cure

There is no cure. No magic pill. No easy way.  How, our inner five-year-old wishes this were different. She or he wants to have cake and eat it too. Literally. And right now, mind you. After all, we deserve this, right? We believe – and justify – that the bricks...
Puzzling it Together

Puzzling it Together

Are you a jigsaw puzzle fan? Those impossible ones with many thousands of pieces that all look the same? Can’t say I really am one myself. I don’t have the patience, nor do I get bored enough, to willingly put myself through the agony of the cyclical torture … hope to...
Three Pods and Two Trucks

Three Pods and Two Trucks

My life exists in three pods and two trucks. Except for the Hawaiian girl and the corn snake. They are being housed by the realtor. Yesterday, we said good-bye to our home of ten years. The one where I raised my kids. Fed the neighborhood. Met the Montgomery County...

Lunching Before It’s Too Late

I had lunch yesterday with my 91-year-old friend. It’s not what you might imagine. I did not go visit her in the nursing home. We did not dine over bland mashed potatoes and red Jell-O. No, not my friend. She invited me to lunch. She made a reservation. I dressed for...
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