It's finally happening. For many years, I've dreamed of walking the Camino de Santiago in Spain. I'm not sure when I first heard of the trek. I've just known for many years that I was going to walk. It hasn't... Continue Reading →
On Saturday I, along with many others, marched for science. As a concerned citizen, I felt it was my duty to support the science community. I've listed a few of the reasons I participated. I marched because I appreciate the... Continue Reading →
I'm not especially courageous. I over-think situations when I'm compelled to step outside my comfort level. I worry about how my actions will affect my family, my peers, my world, myself. I don't want to hurt or offend with my words. I do... Continue Reading →
First off, sorry Edgar. In his short story, 'The Tell-tale Heart", Edgar Allan Poe speaks of the heightening of the senses in relationship to madness. I get it. Unlike the man it Poe's tale, I'm not driven crazy by my sense... Continue Reading →
I missed writing last week. I was out-of-town and actually at a place with no internet. Places like that exist in the world of the over eighty year olds. I could've typed on my phone but that's tough for my over... Continue Reading →
I fancy myself a runner. Not a graceful runner. Not a fast runner. I'm a slow-paced persistent runner. I quit every few years but before long I'm back out there pounding the pavement. There are days, like today, when I ponder my... Continue Reading →
Yes, of course, I'm talking about me. I'm still trying to find my voice here. I have a lofty goal of promoting compassion, kindness and connections. Trust me, I'm not completely qualified but I feel strongly about using this forum... Continue Reading →
I have a special book in my house called, Just Little Things. It's a book of simple observations and actions in our daily lives that can uplift us in an instant. It's written by Nancy Vu. I keep it close at hand... Continue Reading →
Compassion can be hard. On Monday of last week, I found out about a project that I needed to be a part of on the following Sunday. This was the first I heard of it. My instinct was one of the ruffled... Continue Reading →
