Cane Mutiny
I peeked out our front door and saw what the UPS delivery person had set down leaning against…
Another Step
When I went to see my physical therapist this week, it was the first time I’d driven since…
Maybe it’s too complicated
I opened my physical therapy session this week by telling the therapist I had been alive and breathing…
Yearning
I’ve been thinking what a change it is for me that travel doesn’t excite me so much anymore.…
Daring To Ignore Patterns
Last week, I got a call from a family member who said they would be in town next…
Befriending My Belly
One of my readers asked what accreditation I was preparing for and I thought if one person was…
Change
I keep coming back to the question of what writing about aging actually means to me. I haven’t…
Scrap of Paper
I was eager to sit down and write this week’s post because I had finally followed some advice…
What’s the Hurry?
“Where are you going?” my teacher said sharply to me. “What are you doing?” After five years of…
3 paragraphs for faithful readers
As summer slips away, I want to connect with you. Here are the first three paragraphs from my…