Grief is an annoying houseguest who won't leave
My thoughts about life after losing my husband
I flew to Ohio last weekend to plant a tree.
Not just any tree, but a Kentucky Coffee Tree in memory of my sister Anna.
You see, we were all born in Kentucky, and my sister was to coffee what alcoholics are to vodka. Continue reading “Kentucky Coffee Tree”
According to Wicca philosophy, “the power of the moon cannot be overstated.”
Now, before you think I’m getting all “woo-woo,” I wanted to lead with that thought as it relates to a recent excursion I had with some friends when we attended a Moon Group led by a Wiccan High Priestess.
When I turned 50, I told my husband I wanted to commemorate hitting the half century mark by either getting a tattoo or a motorcycle.
One study reveals that almost two-thirds of people who resolve to get healthy and fit in the new year give it up.
I’m not surprised by that at all. Following the excesses of the holidays, there is a certain “buyer’s remorse” over all of the bacchanal behavior we gave no thought to while immersed in the season of oversharing, overeating and overspending.
