Late bloomer. Empty nester. Dog lover. Yoga teacher. Recovering worrywart muddling her way through midlife.
It’s Labor Day weekend, and I haven’t been to the beach all summer. This is very sad, because I love the beach. The hypnotic music of waves rolling in, tang of salty spray on my face, warm sand caressing my feet – the sights, sounds and smells are like a healing balm. I live near […]
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The sole purpose of this sentence is to transform this blank page into one with words on it. Whew! Now the page is not blank and I can move forward. Because, you see, I am alone at the keyboard today. My muse is missing. At first I didn’t realize she was gone. My corporate day […]
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“Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.” Max Ehrmann, Desiderata. There’s an age spot on the back of my left hand. I find it amusing, really. It’s a pale, tiny thing, as if it knows it’s new and is afraid to assert itself. This little speck reminds me of […]
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Almost Gracefully 