I’m just not a naturally enthusiastic exerciser.
I struggle to reconcile how anyone in the know could vote for Trump again.
Growing up is hard to do. I know, I did it. Now guiding my kids through it, I’m reminded of how truly difficult adolescence really was.
The not-too-proud clean up after the prideful. But the prideful are only fooling themselves.
We sent our son to sing at Carnegie Hall, then followed him there.
Time is passing slowly, but gaining momentum. Shall we attempt to stay present?
Can we control how we will be remembered?
Will we allow for the crazy class to take over and dominate?
I’m not into the holidays. I don’t like the disruption to our regularly scheduled lives. Stores are closed. Expectations are