Yesterday, I was back at Doreen’s for more intensive physiotherapy. Ahhhh yes: My sacrum, my leg, my foot – essentially,…
My drug of choice
To some, love is a drug. To others, it’s television, blackberries, chocolate or percocet. My preferred choice of substance is…
A moment for moms
This morning, as I do most days, I awake with a reminder to myself not to move. Adjusting to the…
A Paean to My Yogi
After a long hiatus, I was back at my restorative yoga class this afternoon. Thankfully, it is still being taught…
Italian Idol
I discovered last night that only two degrees separate me from one of Italy’s top singing sensations. Well, technically three,…
Winter Redux
Imagine. A snowstorm. Yesterday. Right here in my backyard and beyond. No matter how hard I’ve tried to stay ahead…
The Best Way to Fall
Once in awhile I’m still asked how I fell through the bridge – details and all. I can’t remember the…
Why Maggie Fell
The indomitable Maggie came to town yesterday with her family. She was playful as always, nibbling away, slinking into someone’s…
Scenes from a hospital
If you’ve ever spent time in a hospital, perhaps like me, you’ve noticed the sharp contrast between patients and everyone…
The Good Kind of Grind
Back to the grind; but a grind that will invariably continue to yield positive results. More healing, better health and…
Healing Pilgrim 