That’s Enough!
This last summer began with the trepidation of a two-piece bathing suit. And then August concluded with my personal challenge of letting go. I don’t …
Letting go
If I don’t talk about it—or allow my mind to drift off into its grip—my resolve does not betray me. My heart tightens as I …
The Perfect Excuse
Sailing makes me sick…so does navigating windy roads, breathing diesel exhaust, reading in a car, or facing backwards in a moving vehicle. These activities top …
Coming to Grips with Losing Control
I’m exhausted but cannot fall asleep. The sheets are wrinkly; my legs are fidgety. And then it happens…again. My heart races. Pins–hundreds poking at the …
The P Word
“That’s quite an impressive record if you can make it through high school with all A’s,” I cautioned my 18-year-old daughter as she listed the …