Running around an athletic track is the equivalent of being on a ketogenic diet and wanting to eat three bismarck donuts but can’t because of a self-inflicted training diet. Its sheer torture. The bright side of todays run is the sun was out. The sun comes out in Maine this time of year for half…

When I was little everyone used to say, “you are your mothers shadow”. No matter where she went I went with her; to her bedroom, the bathroom, the kitchen. If she was there, I was there. In public I held her hand everywhere we went. My father would say about me, “she’s going to grow…

When I first began writing I used to walk through my days looking for stories. It was as though I had huge satellites on the sides of my head. And for whatever reason I would always find wonderful story gems at the grocery store. I attribute this common occurrence to the fact that no where…

One of my passions is interacting with individuals and listening to their experiences. It’s one of my favorite things. This thing I love and feel passionate about is called storytelling. Have you heard about this before? Of course you have. Storytelling is one of the oldest forms of communication. We tell stories to teach, to…

People will often say, “Be the change you want to see in the world”. And I think, YES, I want that. I want to be that person to change, and change others, and to be changed by others. But how? Who teaches these idyllic lessons anyway. I mean, let’s be realistic. It’s easy to express…

Alex sometimes sleeps in our bed. Ninja, the Siamese cat, spoons Alex. I have a sliver of bed. I would have it no other way. Christopher is at his Dads this weekend and NEVER wants to sleep with his momma. And that’s okay. Having personal space is glorious. “Can we get up? Can I watch…

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