In late August 2017, Hurricane Harvey roared into Houston, Texas. It stalled over the nation’s fourth largest city and dumped relentless rain for the next four days. The Category 4 storm flooded two-thirds of the city with 1 1/2 feet of water. Entire communities, and the schools in them, were destroyed. Lisa Clemenceau had raised two sons and, like so many women I meet, pondered what was next. As we
I’ve stowed my bag in the overhead bin. My seatbelt is secure and tight, my tray table up and locked. And now the part I love – the freedom to listen to a string of podcasts with no thought as to what else I should be doing.
Mary Rogers’ Experience 50 podcast focuses on mid-lifers, loosely defined as those folks between 45-65, and their issues. She wants us to kick our middle-aged bodies into gear, reinvent ourselves, and finally “learn the stuff we ought to know by now.”
I tugged on my thigh-high waders, lacquered my skin with mosquito spray, and tiptoed into the murky water. Serge Krouglikoff maneuvered me into position – a spot where the light and shadows were just right and I wouldn’t sink into the squishy marsh floor. And then I saw them – tiny specks off in the distance – led by a gardian on horseback. Serge (even his name is cool) is
You may have shaken hands with someone wearing a tiny pin, or even a t-shirt, announcing “I am a 7.” Some people introduce themselves by offering, “I’m a 5.” They want us to immediately know what to expect from them – and their behavior. After seventeen years of counseling and steering clients through depression, grief, life transitions, trauma, and disasters, Sharon Ball founded the Nashville Center For Enneagram and Wellbeing.
I always hesitate to pay full price for a pair of sandals or a great new blouse or the cute black dress I love but don’t really need. Invariably, the item will go on sale shortly after I bring it home. I realize many retailers have price adjustment policies. Bring the item back to the store, and they will happily honor the sale price and refund the difference. But I
Stacks of junk mail pour into my mailbox, – the physical one in the lobby of my building – and I throw away many more envelopes than I take the time to open. However, every once in awhile, stashed among the flyers and advertisements and credit card requests, I find a special something. Often tucked inside a brightly-colored envelope, the treasure is chosen especially for me. How I love to
Perhaps you’ve read about negativity bias – the human brain’s tendency to focus on what is wrong in our life, rather than what is right. Some days, I fall squarely into this pattern. I fixate on the silly remark I made to a friend – replaying it over and over again – and completely forget about the many things I managed to do well. Judy Freedman has completely revamped the
Tapping my toes and laughing out loud, I admit – a little sheepishly – I thoroughly enjoyed myself. The material was shocking and offensive and often not tasteful at all. But the actors, singing the catchy songs and dancing to the spirited tunes, seemed to be having a whole lot of fun on stage. According to Ben Estus, he and his fellow ensemble members ARE having an absolute ball.
One of the things I missed most about leaving Houston was my monthly book club meeting. Our group was much more than lively conversation, often on topics far beyond the book we were meeting to discuss. Book club prompted me to read books I might not normally choose and to explore topics I may not dig into on my own. It forced me out of my box. Parnassus Books,
A hard-nosed, young Navy diver, Ryan Black was assigned to deep sea salvage and rescue missions in southern Japan. While stationed in the country, he set his sights on learning kendo, the sword fighting martial art. However, when he went calling at the kendo temple, he was informed – and not at all politely – the group did not care to have an outsider in their midst. Not one to