He walks into the exam room for my yearly physical, looks at my chart and smiles, “It says here you’re 70. Can’t be.” He announces pulmonary function test results. “You have the lungs of a 50-year-old.” With these two thumbs up from my doctor, I figure, “Good news this year.” Then, after I report pain… Continue Reading
On a Friday hike in the Berkshires, seven-year-old Lawson and I hop logs and dodge mud. She names the trail we walk “the eyeball path. It’s round and big. See how my eyeballs go down on the bottom and then up around, like this path?” We take her picture so I can show her parents… Continue Reading
On a trip years ago, I told pals, “I’ll stay by myself today while you tour Paris.” Shocked, they asked, “You won’t visit the Louvre?” Tired from the go-go-go, running here and there, I said, “right.” Without second thoughts, I said no to more busy-nesss and yes to time alone. This year, I did the… Continue Reading
Heartbreak hurts. If we let it. Often a dull ache. In classes, I teach the dark truth, “all is temporary, in flux. We will one day lose everything and everyone we love.” Students stand, fake-bolt out of the room and joke, “now I’m depressed.” Who wants to sit in the reality of loss? Instead we… Continue Reading
For Saturday lunch, like a mature adult, like a good grandmother, and because of my nutritional Jiminy Cricket, I plated healthy food for six-year-old Lawson and four-year old Brooke, here for a Maine weekend from their home near Boston. I arranged scrumptious strawberries, purplish grapes, organic blueberries, raspberries, blackberries, cut-up cantaloupe and honeydew. Also, around… Continue Reading
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