Ninety degrees. Blazing sun. High humidity and no breeze. Now add to that hours of jogging, sprinting and kicking, and you have a summer weekend with a U12 travel soccer player. Yesterday, I watched the boys perform better than anyone could expect under such grueling conditions, and up against one of the top teams in… Read more »
Posts Categorized: Motivation/ Go. Be. Do!
You Are Safe
The Park Ranger pointed North, “Two miles up the path you will see the trail branch off up to The Waterfall. The final mile up you will notice a slight increase in difficulty.” (Slight increase was more than a slight understatement.) After a grueling hour scrambling over rocks and roots we reach the top of… Read more »
Deeply Moved
After several months of intense denial, several weeks of sorting, culling and packing, and several days of actually “doing the thing” – I can say, officially, that Becket and I have relocated to Millburn, New Jersey. We have spent the past two weeks settling-in and sight-seeing. We are tourists in our new town, and thoroughly… Read more »
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I just saw the lovely film “The Artist”, on the big screen of the beautifully renovated classic movie house in my town. (The State Theatre) No spoilers, but I can safely suggest the main theme revolved around the march of time, and deciding whether or not to get in line or be left on the curb…. Read more »
Flow with the Go
Biology Teacher. That is actually what I wrote on my college applications. Biology? Teacher? What? While I can’t even remember why I wrote that (ode to my cute high school physics teacher perhaps) it makes me smile, because I know the person who wrote that wanted to be a BIOLOGY TEACHER dammit! And she is… Read more »
54 West 70th
For a couple of years in my thirties, I lived in a studio apartment on the Upper West Side (UWS) of Manhattan. Studio is New York for teeny. It was two hundred and fifty (250) square feet. You know your walk-in closet? Yeah, twice that. Here, let me give you a tour… come through the… Read more »
Let Go of Your O
I open my mailbox and my heart sinks. Oh no. Here is ANOTHER one. I can tell by the mass, the tell tale-plastic wrap, and wait… Yes, there it is, that smile beaming from the front cover – once warm and welcoming – now… derisive. O Magazine! With the arrival of this latest edition, I… Read more »