In January of 2006, while on a beach in the Florida Keys with two dear friends from my college days, my mother called me. After exchanging pleasantries about my trip, my mother got to her point. “So your grandmother joined a senior citizens group. And guess what the first thing was on the agenda of…
Category: Thoughts
On Aging – or Not
“I have someone you should meet,” she told me. “She’s your age.” She stopped and stared at me for a second. “Well, I don’t know how old you are, but she’s twenty-six and you look about her age.” “I turn thirty-six tomorrow actually.” “No!” she said, with a stunned look on her face. “I thought…
My Back Pocket
I have a piece of paper in my back pocket. My figurative back pocket, that is. In reality, the paper sits in a green file folder marked, “PT License.” The paper was issued by the state of New York. License #020405. I received it after successfully completing an accredited physical therapy curriculum and passing a…
Rocky Road
I rushed through the front door with a carton of Rocky Road ice cream in my hand. “I know you all don’t really like chocolate, but I wanted Rocky Road,” I told my hosts who were sitting in the living room. They looked at me in dismay. “Did we say we didn’t like chocolate? Are…
Lessons From A Four Year Old
It was the shoes that first caught my attention. They lined both sides of three wide steps which led up to platform on which sat a tent. A sign on the top step said, “Please leave shoes here,” and people had – sandals, boots, flip-flops, sneakers. What was this place? Could I go in? Any…
Changing My Mind
I am very good at completely changing my opinion on something – sometimes in the space a few seconds, sometimes in a few years. Example #1: In college I remember thinking, “I could never date a vegetarian. I wouldn’t know what to cook for him.” A dozen years later I’m not dating a vegetarian –…
The Joy of Blogging: Grandma and the Camino
Before my parents took off for the weekend, they asked if I could do them a favor and drop something off at my grandmother’s house. I agreed – not just to maintain my #1 Daughter status, but also because I was moving in less than a week and visiting Grandma was something I needed to…
A Return to….what?
Since arriving home from the Camino I have attempted to write new posts for this blog with very little luck. I have at least six started that I never finished – they just didn’t seem to express what I wanted to convey. Probably because I don’t really know what I want to convey. Because really,…
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