It’s supposed to get up to to 92 degrees today. Time to make this soup again, and share it with new readers. I semi-vacation when Alpha Dude is up here in Vermont visiting (he lives in New York). So, I tend to work pedal-to-the-metal when solo. I eat more simply, too: I’m the one cooking, shopping and doing the dishes… 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
Everyone who doesn’t die young will someday have a motherless Mother’s Day. This will be my fourth. Two years ago, at the get-together after poet Miller William’s memorial, his daughter, singer/songwriter/musician Lucinda Williams, said to me, “You know what’s strange? I cried the day my father told me he was through writing poetry. Could no longer do it. I haven’t cried at all… Read More
