Musings

While the ubiquitous use of masks seemingly disappeared at the end of the pandemic, masking never seems far away in the endemic that is...

My birthday next month has me thinking about the passage of time. Death is a part of life, yet we deny our mortality at every turn. When...

Sometimes I forget that I am a single-mom. I realize this seems almost impossible to understand. I obviously know that my husband died...

As we enter late summer, it occurs to me that I have survived yet another season of intensity.  While one could assume that I am...

I am laying on the floor with my eyes closed, listening to the sound of my own breathing. Though an indistinct melody envelops me, I...

A plane flying overhead. The sun shining brightly through my windshield. Lights flickering over my kitchen island. Andy Samberg's...