Two years ago, my eager anticipation of Thanksgiving was also a cautious countdown to a meaningful surgery I would have the Monday afterwards. I was scared. Of the surgery and what it might uncover. Of getting COVID in the interim and having to push things out. Of the unknown. Of all the things so far... Continue Reading →
Some Days, It’s All Integrated
We often speak of our different lives. Our work life. Our personal life. Our family life. Isn’t it true, though, that we have only, as Mary Oliver says, “one wild and precious life”? Worthy of pondering is what you will do with it in this lease of unknown duration. Also worth considering, I believe, is... Continue Reading →
Some Days, I Choose the G Word
I’m just going to be real with you. The C word is scary. Even with a lower-case c and a maybe, it forces a pause. It puts things in perspective. We spend so much time fretting about the future that we can forget it is not guaranteed. I don’t mean for this to be grim... Continue Reading →