My Mother’s Ring

You know that nagging feeling you get that there’s something significant about the day, but you just can’t put your finger on what it is? That’s how I felt this past Sunday – and it throws me off balance and gives me the dropsies. My cereal spoon clangs to the floor on its way to […]

Protect What is Dear

On Sunday, February 5, 2017, about 5:00 pm, I walk into the yoga studio. They specialize in hot yoga. No thank you! Living in Florida already taxes my tolerance for heat. I don’t come to yoga to perspire, but others do and the place is always toasty and faintly redolent of sweat-soaked mats. It is […]