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 –…