I had asked my husband once why, with the plethora of terms of endearment – honey, sweetheart, babe, pookie – he called me his angel.
“Because you save me every day,” was his simple reply.
I mentioned in a January post that my friend Pam, had come up with this “six and six” idea, where we try something new together every month. Continue reading “Calling all Angels”
My friend Laura, certainly the most fit person I know, made a seemingly innocuous admission recently that has stuck with me.
I was standing in line at the airport gate waiting to board my connection from Detroit to Hartford following a week-long business trip in Las Vegas.
As I glanced over at the ticket counter, I happened to see a man standing at the counter, lost in thought. What was so compelling was not his appearance. Continue reading “Our cell phones, ourselves”
I’ve had some rather frank discussions recently with my eldest sister who has stage 4 pancreatic cancer.
She is a marvel in stoicism and a master at understating how debilitated she truly feels. By most medical accounts she is a miracle. Continue reading “Strength in numbers”
I was driving home from the airport after two weeks of exhausting travel and had just gotten off my exit.
I couldn’t wait to get home, and the finish line was minutes away. It was the Saturday after Thanksgiving and I was driving by a shopping mall to get to my small oasis on the lake.
Sitting at a red light, I looked over at the lane next to me and saw my first reminder of the next hardest holiday. A car had a Christmas tree strapped to the roof like a prized trophy. It punched me in the gut in a way that is hard to describe.
Grief is an annoying houseguest who won't leave 