I’m chuckling watching the tall, elder man in my Zumba class, who looks a bit like Frankenstein with his broad, square shoulders and large clunky feet, probably a size 14, intent on following the super-charged dance moves of our tiny, sprite, millennial teacher shakin’ her fit and firm booty, jazzing to the hip-hop beat. I …
My husband shared today how as he gets older, he’s more often living in the world, but not of it. He says, he wants to live the miracle life. I asked “What do you mean when you say the miracle life?” He tells me, “the world is too mixed up. By living in the …
I drove away from home this morning leaving my Macbook on to upload a large video file that would take two hours. Suddenly, a few miles from home, panic railroaded through my nerves. “The computer, it’s been overheating more than usual, oh my gosh, it’s sitting on my bed, the house is going to burn …