The Art of Falling Down

Whoever said 50 is the new 30 clearly did not see me this morning trying to remember how to ride a bicycle. It was painful, literally and figuratively. My husband, ever the athlete, had already jumped on his bike and was effortlessly weaving in between parked cars as if they…

The Long View

I know. Really, I do. It used to happen to me, too, so there is absolutely no judgment or shame from my perspective. In fact, I have great empathy and even compassion for those who still feel compelled to set goals for the New Year. Society seems to expect –…

And the Birds Sang

It didn’t hit the way you would expect. When a tornado rips apart your world, there is usually some warning. The winds that are, at first, annoying and then concerning, give way to an ominous stillness as the sky turns gray, then black, then sickeningly green. The sirens begin their…

Coffee Talk

My husband Lorenzo met him at the doorway of his favorite coffee shop. He didn’t look like God but he assured Lorenzo his name was Lord. “Nice to meet you, Lord,” Lorenzo said as he tried to make his way out the door after his coffee meeting. “I’ve been waiting…