Despite having returned in recent months to therapy, I still find running solo to be the best way to stretch my brain (and legs) while exploring my world, both inner and outer. It’s when I feel most able to release the leash I at times hold on my thoughts. I’ve been reflecting, as one does … Continue reading Being a better love-r
Category: love
Bread. Alone.
When I carried a two pound loaf of Genovese style pannetone and a dozen bagels in a bag topped with a single bialy around the city, I knew I had to acknowledge how much I sincerely love bread. It might just be my favorite food group and it definitely would be my desert island wish. … Continue reading Bread. Alone.
Gratitude
Whenever I do that character strengths test, you know the VIA one , my top characteristic is consistently Gratitude. I don’t know, maybe it comes from not having much in life when I was a child,* but I do find that I have a deep appreciation for all the wonderful people, opportunities and things I have … Continue reading Gratitude
Things I’m still learning
How to achieve a comfortable balance between what I share and what remains private. The importance of stretching and using that dusty foam roller. How to get to yoga once a week. When to allow my kids the opportunity to fail. How to trust - both myself and the people I allow into my life. … Continue reading Things I’m still learning
Things I’ve learned during my 52nd trip around the sun
Honesty is free, yet more valuable than pretty much anything else. With each birthday, I feel more compelled to celebrate. My dog is smarter than I gave him credit for being. Last week during an “intestinal bout,” shall we say, he opened the screen door to the back deck rather than literally lose his sh*t … Continue reading Things I’ve learned during my 52nd trip around the sun
Be authentic
It’s human nature to become reflective during your birth month, don’t you think? I think I do it every year. It’s kind of when I check in on 1. where I’m at, 2. where I’ve been and 3. where I want to be going. I make an extra effort to try to take a little time … Continue reading Be authentic
Albany XXX
What’s up with that title, right? Is it porn? Extra large? Nope...Roman numerals - thirty, as in thirty years since I first moved to Albany. In August of 1988 I was 21. I moved here knowing not a single person, other than Mary Panza who I was lucky enough to meet when her roommate tried … Continue reading Albany XXX