This is Alzheimer’s disease. This red chair.

My walk this morning

Filled with signs

I never thought I would be 67. Not in a morbid way like I might not make it; just didn’t think much about aging, you know, the particulars about the process.

This heart, of a city and a school, was broken, but held within it the kind of love that comes from struggle and hurt and survival, from trying and failing and sometimes succeeding…

Since raising my own 3 children, I have made what I think are significant strides in my ability to be alone: in the daylight, with locked doors, and access to phones…

It is said of some people, people who are wild and unrestrained and run free in the world, that they were raised by wolves. I, on the other hand…

When is a twitch, just a twitch, a pain just an anomaly, being tired just doing too much? And when it is the small, first step of an unraveling…

So, just like that, the planes take off and the cars drive away. I stand at the front door waving goodbye as my children and grandchildren (and their dogs)…

Rise up. Rise and shine. Rise and write. Rise and pray. Rise and work. Rise and play. Rise and try. Rise and love. Rise and live. Rise to the challenge…

I am afraid of almost everything. That said, my fears are not all equal. There are things I am terrified of, and things about which I have just a tinge…

I have a love/hate affair with air travel. I love going places, hate giving up all measure of control to a machine I don’t understand, and a pilot I have…

My father would have been 99 years old today. He died in 2009, and I miss his devoted presence, a presence grounded in duty as the fundamental expression of his love…

This belief, that you can do anything for a minute, is a certainty for my spin coach, Kirk. Literally. A disclaimer here, he’s not actually “my” coach, he’s my husband’s…