My dad took over cooking our family dinners when I was in junior high. My mom started two businesses and he was teaching at a special high school, where the kids had a shorter than normal day. He found himself with more time and picked up cooking dinner. He shopped... 
I wish I could go back to my 13 year old self to ask her why she decided, as a high school freshman, to take French. I don’t remember if it was a lark, or if there was something deeper. In any case, my teacher, Monsieur Terando sparked in me a love of languages,... 
I woke up yesterday morning in the worst, dark funk. I’ve not been sleeping well, but that’s been the case on and off for over two years now. This felt like something else. I spent a lot of the weekend doing things that needed doing – stocking the larder (Costco,... 
Walking through our neighborhood for the past 13 years with our black Labradors, I’ve gotten to know many of our neighbors – especially the other doggy people. It’s lovely how our pups connect us. The other morning, as Bo and I were bounding back down... 
The first “Life in Full Color” retreat was just this past weekend. I’m still so filled with it that I’m not sure all there is to share of it. I’m still like a fish in the ocean – not conscious of the fact that there’s anything besides water to live in. Eight of us... 
Yesterday morning, as Bo and I took off for our hike up the hill, I saw a little darkish ball of something on the sidewalk in front of the house. I got closer – not letting Bo get to it – and saw that it was a little bird (I looked it up online and think it was a... 