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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… 

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… 

Thank You, Marchers

A day after the election, I open a message from a friend on Facebook about a women’s march in DC the day after the inauguration. Details are sketchy, permits are pending, but I am bereft,… 

The Anniversary

Note to Readers: Step 3 of a 3-Step Plan to Thrive in the Time of Trump will be published next week.   Today I am grateful for my parents. I am grateful to them for…