Some friends going through tough times asked for advice recently, wondering how I stayed so positive after they saw me go through a difficult divorce several years ago. I am in no way perfect, nor do I have all of the answers- we all have to find our own way through the maze of pain … More Believing in the Fairytale
I saw the telephone chair in the corner of Homewood Antiques, and suddenly I was back in the old house of my youth on Westwood Lane. I could vividly see Mom sitting in the chair, talking on the rotary phone to her friends or my aunts, her laughter ringing through the house. I could feel … More Junkin’ with Heavy D
How can it be? (“Oh, it be!” you would say.) Fourteen years together, thirteen years since we married on Knottyhead Falls on the upper Nantahala River in North Carolina. Time truly does fly when you are having fun- and most especially when you are in love. We have experienced so much together; the highest highs of … More And My Heart Smiles Again
My father, ‘The Colonel’, as Mom called him. I have always thought that there is some Karmic thing going on with me and fathers. Growing up, I used to wish my mom ‘Happy Father’s Day’, as she was really both parents to me. My own father left us when I was a toddler to start … More Father’s Day Reflections: Fathers and Father Figures
We are huge fans of the old Seinfeld series, watching the reruns to the point that we know the dialogue by heart. Dan says that most every life situation is dealt with on the show, and I have to agree with him; relationship issues, societal issues- they covered the gamut with a hearty side of … More The Summer of George…err, Denise: Gratitude Comes Calling
I opened the door to the yoga studio with trepidation. This room is like a church to me in many ways, a place where I focus on all of me- body, mind, and spirit, and it had been seven weeks since I last entered the hot, dark basement studio to practice. On normal Saturday mornings we … More A Teacher of a Different Kind
In the middle of my walk this morning, I turned and looked down the long sidewalk by Glen Iris Elementary and received a shock. Coming slowly toward me was an elderly silver-haired woman hunched over a red and black walker, her gate a very familiar shuffle. Rationally, I knew it wasn’t my mother, gone almost … More Walking Revelations
