A Letter to My 80-Year-Old Self
At a time when everyone seems to be writing letters of reflection to their younger selves, I am instead focused on you. Young Sheryl may be near and dear to my heart, but she had her chance. This is yours. Before, you were…
Life’s Treadmills
I suppose this is what it feels like to be stuck. Something akin to heavy footsteps landing on a rickety old treadmill day after day. Same drab concrete walls for scenery. Same few folks who always trickle into the gym…
Operation Wholehearted
Never touch anything with half your heart. ~ Unknown A few weeks before my birthday, Brené Brown helped me realize that I was touching far too many things with only half of my heart. I was strolling through Target when…
The Power of Sister-girl Love
Next to the calories I burn, sister-girl love is undoubtedly the best part of my occasional walk/runs across the Woodrow Wilson Bridge. Most other people avoid eye contact as they tackle their work outs – and I don’t blame them. …
Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
Like most women, I have given considerable thought to the things I want in life. The type of career, the kind of man, the number of children, the style of home, the vacation destinations, so on and so forth. Fun,…
Forget Me Not
One of my favorite retailers was recently on my bad side. It was all good a few weeks ago when I learned that DSW was opening a new store around the corner from my home. Driving past a nearby shopping…
A Tale of Two Hearts
“Promise me you’ll wait for me.” Words tend to haunt my psyche until I give in and write them. The phrase “wait for me” has been with me for years now, sometimes in drafts of a poem intended for my…
