Wild Asters by Sara Teasdale In the spring I asked the daisies If his words were true, And the clever, clear-eyed daisies Always…
Having gone to every doctor to have every pain checked out, I finally was comfortable with reengaging in some true working out at…
A while back, I wrote a post titled, I’m No Longer a Runner. I bemoaned the fact that my apparent SI joint malformation…
On two occasions recently, I was gifted these words :”We all feel this way.” And it struck me so profoundly that I thought…
Like a permanent pause, the winter break has extended out with snowy weather. We are all at home again today doing what work…
Oh I know I don’t look like I’m 51 years old. Because somehow the beauty is supposed to have faded by now. We…
Cold and rainy, now snowy day. I just wanted to put on my old ugly fleece coat. The one I was surprised to…
Today is my birthday. Funny thing about turning 50. There’s a lot of mental hoopla. And then you arrive at 50 and you…
You get what you get and you don’t throw a fit. You can only hope that by the time your “looks” start to…
I pulled off quite the late bloomer feat three years ago when I got pregnant at the overly ripe age of 46. My…