In my thirties, I didn’t set out to run a half-marathon. I lived a full life as a busy wife and often-harried mother of two always-in-motion children, Alisa 4, Zac 2. Even with all the chaos and commotion, I stared out my front window at runners whizzing by, sometimes waved to them, and often felt… Continue Reading
Falmouth, Maine Memorial Library Russell Room Saturday, May 10, 2025 10:00am – 11:30am Program Description THE ART AND PRACTICE OF PAUSE Feeling stressed by what’s coming at us? We know it’s a good idea to step back, take a breath and/or count to ten before responding to something stressful. But how do we get ourselves… Continue Reading
I promise my friend, “I can get together today. Quality time, as usual. How ‘bout a walk at Mackworth island or at Audubon?” We know what “together” means. We laugh a lot, cry a little, swear raucously when needed, then blush and pop our palms over our mouths when people hear us. “Oops,” we say,… Continue Reading
In these times of deep discord and disorienting differences, we need our beliefs to underpin connection and action. Two weeks ago, my granddaughter reported a sore throat and coughed a lot. I asked, “Did you test for Covid?” She shook her head, “I don’t believe in testing. I’m sick. I’m staying home. I’m in my… Continue Reading
My Dad made temples, no, more like churches with steeples with his stout hands. He intertwined his pinky, ring and middle fingers and made a tent with left and right pointer fingers which he tapped, tips touching, thumbs like steeples too. He’d lay both hands like that on his lap while watching televised PGA golf… Continue Reading
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