The Book Is Out — and I Didn’t Wait for Permission
There comes a moment when waiting feels heavier than fear.
That is when I stopped waiting for Amazon and took the leap myself.
Running Shoes, my paperback edition, is …
My Writing
October’s Double Ribbons
October’s Double Ribbons
October brings a double whammy for me when it comes to awareness.
For thirty-two years, I’ve reminded people to schedule their mammograms. My annual mammogram saved my life. Over those years, I’ve faced more scares than I …
The Day I Heard THE Words
There is no way to prepare for the moment you hear the words you have breast cancer.
Life keeps spinning around you — lawns are mowed, groceries are bought, people rush through checkout lines — but suddenly your world slams …
Training for the Impossible
Training for the Impossible
I don’t like sweating, but suddenly I was committed to training and walking 60 miles in the heat and humidity of Tampa, Florida.
I joined a team. Luckily, I lived near a walking trail, so three …
I Wrote This Book for Survivors Who Still Run
A year ago, I sat across from my therapist, who ended every session with the same question:
“Are you ready to write your book yet?”
I carried that question out the door every time, because I was stuck. I had …
Running Shoes: Moving Forward, One Step at a Time
Running Shoes: Moving Forward, One Step at a Time
Life rarely hands us smooth sidewalks. More often, it throws cracked pavement, loose gravel, and potholes in our path. It’s easy to think we need perfect conditions before we can start …
Back to Work and Fun
The suitcase is emptied. The laundry is humming. Rosie has been walked—and adored, as she always is. After six days away, I’m back at my desk. Back in the swirl of words and ideas. Back in the place where I …
RECLAMATION
There comes a point when anger isn’t something to push away.
It’s a companion, a punctuation mark, a necessary reminder.
Today I am reclaiming what is mine.
The stories, the sass, the truths that were twisted or borrowed or blurred.…
The Time Miami Changed Everything
Some nights, the air feels like it’s holding its breath.
Miami was like that for me, not the beaches, not the neon. The silence in the space between what happened and what I can tell you… just yet.
I’ve been …
“Dating After 60: Send Wine, Not Weird Selfies”
Let me just say it:
Dating after 60 is like rummaging through a garage sale and hoping to find Fabergé.
We’re not out here looking for Prince Charming, we just want someone who isn’t charming his dentures out of a …