Hi Reader, Last week I asked if you would do 3 small days with me, and I promised to check in. I also owe you the story behind them. A while back I had a rough day. I pulled a few outfits out of my closet, and nothing fit the way it used to. I stepped on the scale, which I do not recommend, and the rest of the day was just frustrating. The next morning I gave myself two choices. I could keep dwelling on it, or I could do one small thing. I laced up my sneakers and finally took the 20 to 30...

Hi Reader, Today I closed on my parents' lake house. This is the house that gave me forty four years of summers, and the lake that has been my home for all fifty two years of my life. I walked through those rooms one last time and said goodbye to everything they gave me. Then I went down to the dock, alone, in the dark, just me and the crickets and the occasional fish jumping somewhere out on the water. I think I even caught a glimpse of the northern lights in the distance. I sat there for an...

Hi Reader, Today is September 11th. Twenty-five years since that day, and I haven't been able to think of much else this week. My husband and I were in New York City that morning, working close to the towers. When it happened, my body did something I never chose to do. I ran, away from where he was, before I even understood what was happening. It would be hours before I saw him again, walking north toward me covered in ash, after both towers had fallen and it was finally safe enough to walk....