On my recent trip to New York I made a new friend. Her name is Dorothée. She is the co-owner of the bed & breakfast I stayed at and was my hostess for the week. I’ll admit I had an agenda going into the trip. I really wanted to make a connection with some of the people in the town where I hope to retire. So little did Dorothée know when she took my reservation
Have you had the experience? You meet someone for the first time, but somehow you already feel connected to them. Or maybe they are a person that you only see once in a while but when you’re reunited it seems like no time has passed at all. They are people who may not know your life story, nor you theirs, yet somehow they make you feel “known” by them. Bob Snedaker is one of
Recently, I had the opportunity to spend time with some teachers and coaches from my high school years. These reunions were so special. These five men and women played a huge role in shaping me and making me the woman I am today. Each of them not only shared their talents and abilities with their students, they shared themselves. They cared about us and invested themselves in us. Although more than 30 years had
I recently heard a talk radio personality talking about his love for the word “earn.” It is one of his favorite words in the English language. He didn’t go into great detail about it, but the strength of his conviction was evident by his impassioned tone. I believe many people in America share his love for that word. We are a “pick yourself up by the bootstraps” kind of nation. We root for the
It was National Donut Day last week and I couldn’t resist making the trek to get one of these beauties. What I didn’t expect was in addition to the rush of sugar, fat and carbs, I also received a refreshing jolt of hope, joy and encouragement from my fellow sweet-seeking humans.
Life is about letting go. When we’re young we have to learn to let go of our pacifiers, our favorite blanket, or that one stuffed animal that has been through every trauma and joy of our young life. We learn to let go of our parent’s fingers as we learn to walk on our own. We let go of training wheels in order to learn how to ride a bike. We let go of the