Last spring I ran a half marathon in NYC, kind of a bucket list item if I were to have such a thing. I originally registered for the race because a childhood friend brought it to my attention and it sounded fun. Anything to go to NYC, you know? It wasn’t the cheapest half I’ve … Continue reading The miseducation of Megyn Kelly
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Thank you, President Trump for…
*showing the world how to unleash the racist, misogynistic, homophobic and anti semitic members of society. *being such a dramatic contrast to the previous administration and its ability to lead with grace, intelligence and respect. *speaking so bluntly and conveying your thoughts without an iota of decorum or presidential dignity. *convincing your base that immigrants … Continue reading Thank you, President Trump for…
On the road
During Tuesday night’s walk with Jeter, a man with a bicycle made me aware of his presence because, as he explained, he didn’t want me or the dog to be startled by him. He was walking the bike. It was black, as was his clothing and his skin. It had rained earlier and was now … Continue reading On the road
A Star is Born – in two takes
The media blitz worked. I needed to see the Bradley Cooper version of A Star is Born and I planned to make a Saturday matinee. But first, I needed to see the 1976 version with Barbra Streisand and Kris Kristofferson. Hello, Friday night and Amazon Prime. I was 10 when that version was released and … Continue reading A Star is Born – in two takes
When Friday is Tryday
It seems like there have been a lot of Good Fridays recently. A visit home, my birthday, the annual union picnic, a couple of galas... I’ve lost count of how many there have been but, it’s safe to say, it’s been quite a few Fridays since I’ve been home, wrapped in my favorite bathrobe, by … Continue reading When Friday is Tryday
Rain down on me
Recently I ran in a drenching rain that soaked me. I pushed myself through the downpour knowing that, unlike many other weather-induced, physical circumstances, once I was soaked, I was soaked. Wet is wet. As long as I kept moving, I wouldn’t get cold and it would be fine. It didn’t matter that my clothes, … Continue reading Rain down on me
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
