The math…

I never seem to remember how old I am. I know that I’m in my fifties, but unless I do the math, I kinda forget. I’ve always been a forward-thinking person, so the past is not as present in my mind, if you know what I mean. But with a 40th high school reunion comingContinue reading “The math…”

Blessed is…

I’m borrowing this post title from author Amy B. Scher. It begins a prayer that rightly honors the body, which I have sadly ignored, misunderstood, and taken for granted these many years. Here’s the rest: Blessed is my body and soul that carries the weight of a million lifetimes–and remains, anyway.I thank you for survivingContinue reading “Blessed is…”