Last week, I attended a memorial service for the third of three of my childhood friends who have passed on in the past six months – two from cancer and one from suicide. A younger neighbor that I adore is struggling with cancer. She is only 45. Today, I read in the newspaper about one…
It was never the thought of gold or glory that inspired me. It was the perfectly executed movements that my mind choreographed for my body. Like an eagle’s masterful dive toward prey, my limbs would achieve weightlessness as I sprang off the vault or spun around the uneven bars. My muscles remember legs tumbling over…
Dear Dad, Your 78th birthday is coming up in just a few days and I feel grateful to still have you in my life. Some days you seem reasonably strong and on others I can see a growing frailty like the cold evenings in fall that foreshadow the inevitable arrival of winter. In some ways…
composting words 