I laid my book on the counter and opened my purse to pay for the car repair. The man behind the counter glanced down and said “How’s the book?” I was in the middle of reading Bruce Springsteen’s memoir. “It’s a great read,” I replied, “Did you see the movie?”  “No, but I heard it wasn’t that great,” he responded with a bit of disappointment. “Well,” I said with a long pause, “I think you have to be a fan; I liked it, but I’m a Jersey Girl. “ “Me too! Not a girl, but from Jersey!” his...

I was fumbling through photos on my lap top, trying to figure out how to open them. My computer update rearranged all of my pics into a new format to make it easier to navigate. Can you spell AGGRAVATION? Finally, I accidentally clicked on something that opened a slew of pictures. Mindlessly scrolling through random images, I came across one that made me stop and linger. The captured image pulled my heart strings triggering a memory that was bittersweet. It was a photo of me and my son,...

“This was harder than any football practice I ever had…and I’ve had a lot,” said the man whose face was beaded with sweat as he picked up his yoga mat. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud, he cracked me up! He was probably in his late 60’s early 70’s, no doubt a Boomer, geared in yellow yoga leggings under a pair of shorts and t-shirt. I don’t know about football practice, but clearly this hot power yoga class was a challenge. The constant flow moved us through a steady pace of poses, planks...