I’ve written many times about those first tomatoes; the kind, as I said, that “we wait all year for: just cut up in big chunks in a bowl, with a pressed clove of garlic, a whole lot of torn basil, a pinch of sea salt…Some people doll them up: a splash of balsamic vinegar, say, some good extra virgin olive… Read More
GETTING RE-PSYCHED: A TAKE-TWO POST I knew I shouldn’t have been doing those overhead presses with weights, even scaling it down to little bitty weights, in the BodyPump classes at the YMCA in Nashville, this last winter — I just knew I shouldn’t. But I love that class, and I get caught up in the moment, and so I did… Read More
About a year ago, a friend who’s a fellow widow wrote on Facebook about the then-current phase of her grieving. She allowed me to quote her here, without identification. Her words: “… it happens, even two years down the road, this stage: the ‘stay at home, don’t want to see anyone, or do anything’ stage. “As any of you who know… Read More
