My husband loves a certain secluded river not from from our cabin in Vermont. He takes great pleasure in fully submerging himself in its freezing waters on a hot summer day. I’m content to sit on a rock close by, with all of my clothes on, enjoying the privacy of the deep green woods while vicariously experiencing his gasping blue lips and shocked neuromuscular system. On such a day in late June, I watched as he gingerly made his way back across the riverbed to his pile

I really would like to “just let it go,” if I could only know where it was going! Yes, I really did have that thought at 3am recently when I was unable to sleep. It was a thought out of nowhere that startled and amused me. Where do those thoughts and emotions go, when you let them go? Is there a big repository out there in the void, an aggregate of unwanted and tortured feelings of every human who tried to just “let it go”? It’s easier sung than done! If I knew with certainty

I noticed the little frog right away when I raised the blinds on a kitchen window over the sink. The window overlooks the swimming pool,...

Hi, Everybody- Well, the Superbowl came and went in a blaze of blah. Was I expecting too much? Seems to me that not that long ago,...

Hi, Everybody- As I gather my thoughts, a feeling of vulnerability sets in. So much time has gone by since I’ve posted a monthly blog!...