Climbing Mountains and Slaying Dragons

Climbing Mountains and Slaying Dragons

One foot in front of the other we trekked our way up the narrow path where the Aspen trees rustled in the breeze creating a sound somewhere between water running down a stream and that of a joyful musical instrument. We hiked under this canopy of whispering leaves...
In Defense of Aging

In Defense of Aging

I’m fifty-five years old, and I have nothing injected in my face or elsewhere at this time. There was indeed a time in my life when I did get Botox around my eyes, but I thought it made me look strange. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not judging. People should do what works for them concerning cosmetic surgery and procedures. I’m not at all against having work done if it’s something they’d like to do. I know many women who get Botox and fillers who look amazing and are thrilled with the results. I don’t want society dictating how I should look one way or another, and any sort of looks/age/weight shaming, or any shaming for that matter, is just wrong.

Fishers Island Wedding

Fishers Island Wedding

She looked like a dream, as we all knew she would. A culmination of all her life experiences, positive and challenging, leading her to this joyful moment. She was a picture of all that is good – smart, healthy, confident and truly kind. So we gathered to watch her...
Singing in the Rain

Singing in the Rain

We were running down the middle of the street, me with my soaking wet dress hiked up above my knees with one hand and my father, holding onto my dog, China’s leash, water splashing up his legs each time his foot hit the hot, wet asphalt. By the time we saw my husband,...
Ten Years

Ten Years

My eyes fluttered open at four o’clock in the morning and I found myself waking to the awareness of the brevity of life, my mortality and the mystery of it all. A slightly uncomfortable feeling washed over me, a sadness. It was then that I remembered that it was the...
When The Rain Doesn’t Stop

When The Rain Doesn’t Stop

The silence was eerie after four days of pounding rain. I realized that my ears had become accustom to the sound of the raindrops hitting the roof of our house. What began as a strong concern for people of Boulder and the surrounding areas, after three days of nonstop...