I lost a friend yesterday to breast cancer, and I’m ticked. Frankly, I’m more than ticked, but for the purposes of this blog, I’ll leave it at that. And let me tell you why I'm angry. In 2015, at age 64, this woman died of the same ugly illness that took my mother from me in 1980 when she was just 59. Thirty five years, and I wonder what progress we’ve made. And the fact that she died on the last day of Breast Cancer Awareness month only makes me madder, and makes me wonder if the plethora of Continue Reading
Zumba’d Out
It’s apparent, I have a love/ hate relationship with maintaining a healthy weight. I’d love to have less stress on my joints, heart and lungs – who wouldn’t! But I hate the time it takes and the refocus on my eating habits that it requires. Weight management is not rocket science – I need to eat less and move more. Why is that so hard to figure out? I am more than capable of solving this dilemma, yet you might as well put a complex physics problem in front of me and ask me to figure it Continue Reading
What Will The Whack-a-Doodles Do?
It was a dream of epic proportions that lasted about three years. Not the kind of dream that crept into my subconscious during a deep sleep, but rather, a fire in my belly that beckoned “I wonder if…” This was a dream that was fueled by outdoor living magazines in my dentist’s waiting room; it caused me to have flare ups in meetings and lose focus, and it was fanned by stories of people I know who have turned their worlds into lives of wonder and discovery from the comfort of their swivel seats Continue Reading
Knowing When It’s Time To Cut Bait
I have a simple travel philosophy – I need to find five people who have been there, done that AND enjoyed it, before I’m buying my tickets and packing my suitcase. I knew only four people who had been to Nova Scotia. We went anyway.The guidebook said to allow 10 days to visit Nova Scotia. We planned 16. I expected nonstop Acadian music, charming villages, luscious seafood, jaw dropping seascapes, and magnificent countryside scenes. Such are the dangers of an over active imagination.Don’t get me Continue Reading