“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
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
“You need to learn how to accept help,” my friend Jane told me back in 2011 when I was packing up the home my family was leaving after 27 years. She had barged into my house uninvited, thank God, her arms full of boxes, intent on helping me through one
