This is a picture of my cousin Pam (and me, holding on for dear life) on my grandfather’s horse, at the annual Easter reunion on my grandparent’s farm, a million years ago. When I was 11 years old, Pam taught me the Bus Stop Hustle and now, whenever I hear the song, I’m transported back …
Month: January 2018
A New Year’s Gift
Yesterday I was given a gift by two of my yoga buddies: they reached out to me separately to ask if I was okay. It's been awhile - November - since I went to yoga, something a year ago I had been doing daily. I had lots of good excuses - I started a new …