Midlife
Midlife ( 35- 65) has a way of asking deeper questions. My writing lives in that space—between what was and what’s still unfolding. Through essays and reflections, I explore resilience, change, and finding meaning. Hoping something here resonates with your own experience too.
Fast Forward 20 Years
Living into your 80s can feel far away—almost hard to picture—but it’s a stage many of us will reach. And the truth is, that chapter isn’t defined by a number. It’s shaped little by little, day by da…
Brick by Brick Preserving Ourselves and Each Generation
I’ve always been drawn to old buildings—but over time, that curiosity has become something deeper. Not just admiration for their design, but awe for what they carry: the weight of history, the care o…
I’m a Gen Xer Bridging the Gap
I’m part of Generation X—the so‑called “MTV generation,” the middle child—and honestly, I’m okay with that.
Birthday Buddies: Me, Our Yorkiepoo, and Aries Fun
Spending a few days in bed has given me more quiet moments than usual—time to rest, sure, but also time to think. And let me tell you, my wandering brain quickly landed somewhere comforting: the rhyt…
Documenting: More Than Work: A Life Captured in Moments
For most of my adult life—and even some of my teen years—I’ve been working. In some cases, commuting added an additional couple of hours to my day, making it feel like work consumed nearly every waki…
Sketching Time with Buddy
It’s easy to admire creativity in art, science, or design but the real magic is quieter. It’s in what it teaches you about yourself, about life, and about the ones you share it with.
When Life Changes Overnight: Staying Engaged and Resilient Through Sudden Transitions
Sometimes life shifts so fast you hardly have a moment to take it in. I’ve seen that happen before, and lately it feels close to home again. Over the past few years, a large amount of people I went …
Missing the Slang, Finding the Meaning
It’s been a bit of an unusual week. Somehow, slang became the topic of a twenty-word quiz—and I have to admit, I did pretty miserably. What made it more amusing (or perhaps more telling) was that whe…
Our Dog Buddy is Fifteen
I mentioned a while back that I had started drawing again, but I didn’t realize at the time what that decision would come to mean. What began as a simple project has slowly turned into something much…
A Botanical Escape: A Honeymoon to Remember
Choosing to marry in the heart of winter seemed fitting at the time—like a season of quiet beginnings, a time for reflection and intimacy. But little did we know, the weather had its own plans for us.
Antique Memories: Reflections with Grandma on Autograph Albums and Down by the Old Mill Stream
I remember sitting beside Grandma on the old green horsehair sofa, the afternoon sun spilling through the floral drapes, as she handed me small, leather-bound books. Their covers were embossed with delicate images, and one held a graceful portrait of a young lady with a flower in her hair, representing the kinds of keepsakes girls treasured in her day. “This,” she said, “was mine when I was a girl. Girls back then kept these albums to remember their friends, their thoughts, and the world around them.”
Where Sound and Art Feel Like Home
Some music isn’t just heard—it’s lived. From vinyl crackle to album art, records carry memory, emotion, and identity in a way no playlist ever can. Here’s why albums feel like home.
When the News Feels Too Heavy
Lately, my brain feels like it’s on fast-forward. I wake up and instinctively check my cell phone, scroll through headlines, and before I know it, my mind is spinning with a dozen stories at once. Th…
The Weight of Letting Go
A few years ago, I surprised even myself. On a quiet afternoon, with no grand plan and no one urging me on, I walked into a small neighborhood salon that smelled faintly of shampoo and warm blow drye…
Living in the Aftermath of September 11, 2001
This year, I turn sixty, and it’s hard to believe nearly twenty-five years have passed since September 11, 2001. Just the other day, a young person asked me what made that day so significant. I told …
Nearly 60 Never Ceasing to Wonder
Have you ever paused to recognize how quickly life seems to pass and wonder if you truly know yourself along the way?
Illumination After Rupture
Lying here with a worn copy of Emily Dickinson resting against my ribs, I keep circling back to one line that feels less like poetry and more like a quiet law of survival:
From behind the windshield
From the passenger seat, the city feels like a film unspooling just for me. Buildings rise like patient giants, their windows catching the late sun and scattering it in shards of gold. Traffic lights…
A Winter Date Among the Orchids at the Foellinger-Freimann Botanical Conservatory
On a chilly winter afternoon, my husband and I stepped through the doors of the Foellinger-Freimann Botanical Conservatory and into an entirely different world. Outside, the air was cold and gray. Inside, we were greeted by warmth, humidity, and a breathtaking display of orchids in full bloom. Come along with us as we explore the exhibit—complete with photos and video to capture every beautiful detail.
Cousins, Chrome, and Second Chances
I was born into a family of motorheads. Not the casual “cars are nice” kind — the real kind. The kind who can identify a V8 before it rounds the corner. The kind who treat Sunday drives like sacred rituals. In our family, chrome wasn’t decoration. It was devotion.
Threads of Memory
When I was a child, Mom and I would spend quiet evenings together, our hands busy embroidering delicate patterns on pillowcases for our home. The gentle rhythm of the needle, the soft rustle of fabri…
Where the Light Falls
I’ve had this little gray chair for as long as I can remember. It was given to my grandmother when she was a child, and years later she passed it down to me. That simple act turned it into more than …