What I Remember

What I Remember

We each have our own memories.  We remember various aspects, specific images, certain feelings, in myriad ways. 18 years later, this is what I remember: Leaving home Car thermometer: 72o New Jersey Turnpike entrance Crowded lanes Sunshine in my window Her...
Give It a Rest

Give It a Rest

As the world seems to move faster than ever, many of us are trying to keep pace.  We ratchet items off to-do lists only to find more to get done the next day.  We’ll rest later, we say, when we’ve accomplished everything on that never-ending list.  Only...
Free in the Feeling

Free in the Feeling

During a recent gathering with friends to share our latest achievements and family tidbits, one person removed their phone.  They flashed an image for us to see, commenting about personal fragmentation, political polarization, and societal demise.  They...