On Friday afternoon I drove S and M to meet the bus that would deliver them to their weekend camp experience. They would be attending a camp designated for children who have lost a parent, sibling or grandparent.
S has been excited and a bit nervous anticipating this end to summer adventure. M has been mostly angry about being sent. So much so that she wouldn't even look at me, say goodbye or allow me to give her a hug. And then S…Continue
A typical Sunday evening in my former life would find all of us busily organizing for the beginning of the week with eager anticipation so that we could sit down to take in the current episode of the Amazing Race. It was clearly one of our favorite family shows.
A few years back I remember a task involving opening padlocks scattered amongst thousands on a bridge in Europe (I think?). I can't remember the exact locale as apparently there are a few in Europe with these…Continue
So what should a grieving widow do months from losing the love of her life? A three day juice cleanse seems appropriate. I figured a little more torture wouldn’t hurt me. And if I could make it through those horrible two weeks in January, I could handle 21 bottles of juice for goodness sake.
My adorable yoga instructor conducted a three day yoga workshop and juice cleanse this past Friday through Sunday, promising us lots. I expected little. I love my green juices that I purchase…Continue