Some days I just can’t take reading or hearing the news. I mean how many stories can a person take about #DWIJudge, or #dumb thingstrumpsays, or reality shows, or worse: reality.
Where I need to be
Minutes before the start of my son’s soccer game, I cried. I gasped for breath when I read the news that Michael Patrick Lynch had died. Michael was the Irondequoit teen who was struck by a car while crossing the street on his way to school.
Three words and forty days
Selecting three words helps keep me focused on goals I want to achieve and habits I want to start in the new year.
The last sip of summer
The last sip of summer is a lovely phrase that embraces the beautiful reluctance of letting go the final carefree days of summer.
Living with grief
Grief brings you to your knees; shakes you to your core and rattles your senses. In a blink of an eye, or over time, the end of a life leaves painful scars on the living.
Transition
For every new beginning, there must be an end; for each gain, a loss. But what happens in between? Transition.
Unaccompanied minors: part 1
What happens when unaccompanied minors travel from Granada, Spain to live with you for three weeks during summer? They become family. Unaccompanied minors is a special service some airlines have for children who are flying alone. Our sleepy unaccompanied minors arrived around midnight July 12th from Granada, Spain. A few hours later, 13 year-old twins …
Why I love writing for Rochester Magazine
I love writing for Rochester Magazine. I don’t get to write for the magazine very often, but when I do (pick me! pick me!) it’s exciting. I know I’m part of an award winning, accomplished team of artists who are doing something they love. I get to be in the “creative” circle. Heck, I even …
