“Am headed to New York. Any recommendations?” I get asked this question often. It was my intent to jot down 8-10 high points but folks, there’s no way I can stuff my love for that city into a bulleted list. So, here you go … feel free to share with
Well. You’ve not arrived till you’ve done yoga on the roof of an 11th story building overlooking the Hudson River … as the lights twinkle at sunset across the stunning George Washington Bridge. While contorting my body into dog and warrior positions, all I wanted to do was jump up
Just after our plane touched down, the flight attendant announced, “Welcome to the greatest city on the planet!” I grinned big ’cause I couldn’t agree more. I deplaned into a brand new, sparkling terminal at LaGuardia and, of course, asked a young woman to take my photo. Yes, cheesy! I
Where do I start? One month ago I released my memoir titled Twenty Pieces: A Walk through Love, Loss and Midlife Reinvention. I’ll admit, it was very scary. I told a friend it was like running through the streets – buck naked. As most of you know my story is
So, let’s see. Where do I start? I landed at LaGuardia a little before 9:00am on Sunday. I’d rather arrive bleary-eyed than give up a single minute in this city. Outside the airport, I climbed onto the Q70 bus and headed toward the Roosevelt Station, where I planned to buy
What a delight to chat with Londoner Rachel Lankester, founder of the Magnificent Midlife Movement. She celebrates and empowers women in midlife and beyond. “We’re not over the hill or on a downward slope. In midlife we’re just getting started!” To listen to the podcast, click here. To learn more
So, with all this free time on my hands I decided to tackle the stack of papers, photos and mementos that have been tucked under my bed since my mother passed away two years ago. It’s a chore I’ve avoided because I knew it would take me down a rabbit hole
Phew. Let’s just say, I steeled myself for the poverty I might see yesterday, but I was not at all prepared for the lessons I would learn. At 8am, all thirteen of us loaded the van for our hourlong drive back to Guatemala City, and to the city dump. When
Yesterday was a very unproductive day. For three hours I sat in my little cubicle, my mind on everything but my manuscript. At 6pm I finally gave up and decided to walk. Eighty-two blocks later I finally got home. You know, when you get old you get really introspective. You
There are a lot of emotions tangled up in writing your life story. I have come to learn that it’s not MY story, but a tapestry of many people’s stories all woven together. It’s been cathartic writing through the struggles Jim and I faced in our marriage. Wading through the
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