I’ve had terrible writer’s block. Too many tough things going on in my life the last few weeks. We’ve put our home of 25 years on the market. I’ve had to make some painful decisions about my family, about my future. Let’s just say, I need to get on up
Got to the airport this morning ~ on my way to see a client in Richmond ~ and there were people everywhere. Don’t remember when the Atlanta airport was so full. Yesterday was the last day of school and tomorrow starts the long Memorial Day weekend. So a packed house
1977 was my first encounter with the Big Apple. The Big, wonderful world of creativity, energy, diversity, possibilities…all there, packed into a small 23-square mile island called Manhattan. It’s the most visually and sensually stimulating place I’ve ever been. I knew I’d come back. I have, in fact, been back
{ a page from my diary, dated October 26, 2002 } I turned 50 today. Guess that means I’ve officially lived over half my life. My vacation is half over. Michele* surprised me and flew in from Maine. We went shopping all day at the outlet mall. It was a
Living in NYC has always been on my before-I-die list. I’m not sure you’ll call a month ‘living’ in NYC, but hey, I’ll take it! The first time I landed in that magical city, I felt an energy I had never experienced before. Years passed. The job led me to
I remember the day, oh, 30 something years ago, I was making a sales call to Harris-Lanier. My hope-to-be-client asked if my company had a fax machine yet. “Nope!” I proudly answered. “I believe in face-to-face customer service.” At the time, Coca-Cola was a client and I bragged that I
A dear friend assembled a group of us for dinner the other night. Most of the gals in this group are going through the same stages I am – the empty nest, post menopausal, midlife crisis, omg-now-what? syndrome. Most are traveling through it with much more grace than I am,
I am so excited I can hardly breathe. It’s Friday night, April the 8th and I just got back from doing my first trial walk. As many of you know, I plan to go back to school this summer at Parsons in NY and walk every square mile of Manhattan
I CAN’T REMEMBER by Paul McDonald Yeah, I choked up this morning as I walked out my door. It’s been the same routine for years now and it’s time I let it go. It’s sad enough to leave a place I’ve grown to love. But, I can’t take the same
A chain letter came across my email a few years back, asking us to name the 25 things that most identified us. Here are mine: 1. Although I dearly love Atlanta, I’d love to live in NYC at least for a year. 2. My favorite art form is graffiti. When
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