There’s an old saying that urges us to stop and smell the roses. It’s usually offered as “friendly advice” when we’re moving too fast, not paying attention to what’s really important in life. I finished an early morning spin class...
One of my best friends got married this morning. We’ve seen each other through peaks and valleys over the many years we’ve known each other. She has been my rock when I needed support and my mirror when I needed some straight talk. We’ve laughed and cried...
In 2014, I left the corporate world and hung up my own shingle as a marketing consultant and writer. This meant that except for occasionally working from a client’s office or a coffee shop, I was spending most days working at home. Throughout the year, I received many...
I first spotted the tattered fabric flapping in the wind while sitting at a red light on Lincoln Avenue. When the light turned green, I could see the full sign as I moved forward. There’s something about the way paint deteriorates when applied to brick. I love what...
Although my alarm was set for 4:50 am, I was awake long before the first “beep beep beep” sounded from my phone. This morning started like so many others: throwing the covers back, drenched in sweat. Ah, hot flashes. They rob me of precious sleep, make me feel...
