One hundred and one excellent excuses

(Repost from September, 2011). It’s been three months since I’ve last worked out. Over one hundred days since I’ve laced up the running shoes and hit the road, trails or downward dogged on a yoga mat.  For those of you who know me, and what I do for fun and work, you may now bring your bottom jaw back up to its full, upright and locked position. “Wow! So how’s that workin’ out for ya’?” I hear you ask politely.Read more

A wrecked manicure…

“Oh dear.  She’s really let herself go.” None of us wants to be that person, our vitality and beauty so notably absent that we become the subject of shushed and sad post-reunion conversations. As you may know, I currently live in a house that has, for lack of a nicer description, fallen into disrepair.  Over the past several years, untamed roots and vines have devoured wood, brick and mortar.  Brambles have been busy choking the farm’s gracious beauty, hogging all the light and suffocatingRead more